Still undefeated.
Mayweather with the unanimous decision. In the most boring fight anybody ever waited five years for.
Still, walking down Rue Montmartre at quarter past 7 in the morning and watching the food market build itself into being, fishmongers screwing in lightbulbs beneath their tent roofs, seafood smelling up the place, tables being turned upright, and being maybe one of three or five other pedestrians (and maybe the only sober one among them) to watch it all happen was quite the pleasant coda.
For some reason I've yet to figure out, I spent much of the walk thinking about Friday night and the high school friend who, with his fiancé and a bunch of med school friends, had descended upon Paris and whom I'd partied and sang and danced with at an underground cabaret joint in the Fifth.
Pleasant thoughts chase us sometimes.
Still, walking down Rue Montmartre at quarter past 7 in the morning and watching the food market build itself into being, fishmongers screwing in lightbulbs beneath their tent roofs, seafood smelling up the place, tables being turned upright, and being maybe one of three or five other pedestrians (and maybe the only sober one among them) to watch it all happen was quite the pleasant coda.
For some reason I've yet to figure out, I spent much of the walk thinking about Friday night and the high school friend who, with his fiancé and a bunch of med school friends, had descended upon Paris and whom I'd partied and sang and danced with at an underground cabaret joint in the Fifth.
Pleasant thoughts chase us sometimes.