Ephemera

the other night we finished dinner and headed out on our bikes to a bar called Roses. it is lined in pink plush fur and festooned with all kinds of garish ephemera, including chandeliers, 50s wall lighting and religious imagery that makes its way on to things like the coffee table in front of us.

the pix were taken with no flash, which allows the red in the room to wash into the camera giving the images a sinister, Francis Bacon type quality.

after we went down the street to Bier Himmel (Beer Heaven), where my cousins got some late night cake and i had an Averna, which is easy to find here, and almost impossible to get in los estados unidos.

today we are heading to Paris, la ville lumiere, for the long weekend. the French 0pen begins on Sunday, and my plan is to attend these early rounds on the outer courts. the last day of qualifying is tomorrow, and i may try and hit that first - since you can also see the big names out on the practice courts. normally on a saturday i'd be out with the folks at Dolores Park playing doubles as opposed to running into say, Marat Safin, Janko Tipsarevic, Tommy Robredo or even the master himself, Maestro Federer.

still no luck picking up a game on the red clay here, but hopefully next week when i get back.