Day 15

What did I do today? Ahh, walking tour of the Marais. Sadly, the Picasso museum is closed until 2013. Tried on some velvet jackets at a vintage store. Surprisingly, many of them fit. But, none of them fit well enough to buy. So, onward I went. Bought some small spoons for a dinner party . I love to put together platters of crackers, cheese, prosciutto, and jellies, so the spoons will do perfectly for the jellies. Still looking for some small knives that I can use with the cheeses.

Got back to my place, and had a little time to get cleaned up and prepared for dancing. I couldn't believe that it was coming together. Got out to the RER B, and waited for the train. And waited. And waited some more. For twenty minutes, none of the scheduled trains arrived. I stated to panic, and tried to find another way to get out to the meeting place, but all of the other lines were going to be too late. In the end, the B did come, and I worried all the way on it, and on the connecting train. Got out to the right place, and Karine whistled me over. Karine was there, as well as Fabio (guy from Miami), Jean Paul (nice, skinny, short, Asian guy), Celine (different one, she's a really clean dancer, who is also surprisingly expressive), and Jerome. Jerome is tall, pretty good looking, and very French. What I mean, is that he seems to be rather irritable and opinionated. Apparently he is taking a break from working, and will be traveling in the US, following the westie competition trail. His English is very good, and he doesn't like it when Americans try to talk to him in French. Well, okay then. Really, he became much more animated throughout the night, and I was very grateful for the ride.

Lots of fun at the event. A live band played about a third of the night. Jerome and Fabio groused a bit on the ride home about how the music was too slow to dance to, but I thought that it was fine. Depends on who you dance with, and how much the lead wants to dictate, or share the dance. Maxence Martin was amazing, as was a French girl that looked like a Meg Ryan copy. She danced so naturally, almost as if it was like breathing for her. I danced a little. It's difficult,since I have the shoulder thing I have to dance with guys who won't break me. And, I would rather not dance, than have a bad dance. Anyway, I did dance with about 8 different guys. Not as much as I wanted, but not as little as I feared.

Left around 04:00. Yup, Jerome was the type to stay till the end. He dropped Fabio and me off at Porte d'Orleans, and we shared a cab up to St. Michel. Got back to my place, and collapsed.