I wandered the streets of Paris, completely unsure where I should go. Mostly I’d just wanted to get away from Olivier.
I decided on going to one of the many bars near our hotel. This one looked like something straight out of the 1920s.
The female bartenders wore flapper dresses with headbands, while the male bartenders had on trousers, white collared shirts, and suspenders with bolero hats. The interior was decorated with all kinds of colorful glass bottles, the lights over the bar in a semi-circle that made it seem almost like a stage.
The bar was full of people, the sound of French moving around me in waves. I wandered to the bar, suddenly wishing I spoke French, mostly so I wouldn’t stand out like a sore thumb. After glancing at the menu, I ordered a cocktail called the Green Fairy.
