Shampoo in bed

Let’s get things straight right away.
The people at the desk of the Best Western “A la Villa des Artistes”-hotel in Paris were informed that the WIFI was not working properly in room 404.
They made the appreciated guest move to room 302 the next day where WIFI manages to portal all brothers and sisters worldwide no problem.

OK, that’s out of the way.

What else?

More business in Galerie Baudoin Lebon.
Always complicated.
And finishing with Editions Robert Delpire.
Who decided to make it ugly.
That was not shared hence whistling a happy tune leaving his depressing offices.
While thinking something more important: “Shall I get a hair cut?”


In Paris this costs about € 24 (32 $).
At Franck Provost hairdressers saloons that have infected every arrondissement in Paris.
20 € for Franck and 4 € for the hard working hair artist who believes an extra 10 € shampooing is needed although the only urge is to boost nobody’s income but the franchiser.

24 € might be a reasonable price for a haircut.
But then in Mexico it will cost less than 3,60 € ($5).
So maybe better to wait?
The mind is occupied with this trivial matter as if it had any importance.
As if a difference and looking well justifies a meager 19 € ($ 25).

It is the importance of the trivial though that is needed to survive.
To counter the heavy-duty business coming into the face and the hair while dealing with the art world.
That is rough, hard, cruel, merciless and without smooth shampoo.

And then there is the issue that the trip to Paris was going to be an exercise together with the most special friend.
Who had to cancel at the last moment.
So we have this luxurious Paris hotel with WIFI, a double bed, an extra bed, plenty of clean good smelling towels, a fridge with drinks and Ritter Sport Chocolate and the freedom to scream and shout when merging most.
So we have this option to dine and wine in fabulous restaurants and dance in hot places feeling the body and the bubbles and the swellings for perfect rhythm and rhyme.
So we have the breakfast with wet hairs and memories of uniting urging odors and smells to release lasting a day for smoother memories than shampoo ever can.

But she is not here but somewhere else and life is lonely and loony.
Therefore refusing to go and have dinner in a restaurant alone as the lack of presence of the bolt that fits the nut is too painful.
Food is bought in a Japanese restaurant and Chinon at Nicolas and all this consumed in Best Western’s room and in many ways there is nothing best about this.

But it is the way to deal with the wisest lesson life always learns.
Everything happens for the best.
Paris life with her might not have been necessarily as romantic as the fantasy likes to make the dreamer believe.

Did Franck Provost say this while shampooing?




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