We move again. This time from a hotel to another apartment. It is also the day that my scene will be shot. The day starts relatively early for us since there is quite a bit to be accomplished. For now I lazily get out of bed and go down to the café for breakfast. A sacred ritual that must not be set aside even in the most hectic of days. Must not let a heavenly croissant and noisette wait long. I watch daily life pass us by as I sip and go over my lines mentally. Then it’s onward to finish packing, doing my hair and getting into a taxi to our next home. We get one quickly. On the way he tells us that the neighborhood we are staying at is very much a village within a city. I’m liking the sound of that. We have been given instructions to ring the bell of the apartment owner’s neighbor and that she will give us the key and let us in. Filming starts at 1:00. It’s 11:30 and no one answers the bell. I breathe in and try not to think that I still have to find my wardrobe (for the shoot) in the suitcase, iron it (after searching for the iron in a new place), get make-up ready, hair retouched and centered for the scene. We text the guy. We wait. I breathe. I entertain myself with the floor tiles which are old and I really like. He texts back from California where he lives. That amuses me. I’m in his place in Paris while he is in my hometown. He, on the other hand probably isn’t amused since I think it’s about 2:00 am for him when we text. We ring her again and she finally answers. So we go in, and my mad dash begins. Clothes found. Iron inexistent. Ring neighbor. May we borrow your iron? Check. Iron. Good that I don’t have to search for the adapter. Go over lines. Make-up done. Hair retouched. And is it a film wrap (end of filming)? No. It barely has begun. We film. I grab my camera when they do the other actress’ close up. They shoot my close up and then it really is a wrap!
We are off to the Sacre Coeur but knowing us, there will be a lot side trips before destination. Already after coming out of the metro I see so much to photograph. An old car that seems to be positioned just right for people to capture it on film. I find it amusing that it is parked next to a café that is called Le Progrés (progress). Is it trying to say something to this antique car? Would love to identify what kind of a car this is. This building caught my attention not so much by its architecture but because it was on the top of a steep street and would probably have the best views. I find the balcony that I would like to look out of every morning (second after the deck from our beloved péniche, Soleil, on the Seine.) We are in Montmartre; I’m hungry. Grant you, no relation of one thought to the other but in my mind there is, for as soon as I see a place to eat my pace quickens and ends up in this café, Le Carrousel, which has gotten terrible reviews but I found really good with great friendly service. I do notice, as I am heading there this group of women that have stamped on their T-shirt my feelings about this city: “J’adore Paris!” Once my tummy is full we continue our exploration of the area. I’m enjoying seeing bits of life happening around me. A woman kneeling down to get water from a fountain for her dog. Streets so steep it seems that they are going right into other buildings. Signs that make me think and laugh internally. Imagining a conversation that goes somewhat like this: Hi! Where are you staying? At My Hotel in France. Really? Which one? Just My Hotel in France. Oh? You own one? Buildings that keep on making me look up. Then off to see a street, rue Cavallotti, that a friend had mentioned to me that when the shutters are down, art comes up. Aside from the shutters I look into the few stores that are not shutter closed. I love the mannequin on the window of a vintage clothing store with the reflection of a building on the glass. A Do Not Enter sign made cute by graffiti. We walk on and bump into Le Moulin Rouge. The plaza is teaming with tourist, tour buses, people in line to go in. I would like to see a can can dance but the place is crazy expensive and we have already done something crazy at Les Jules Vernes so I content myself to look from the outside. Loving the red car in front of the place matching with the Moulin. As usual I find a window to be amused by. We walk a bit more. Loving the ups, downs and curves. And enjoying seeing an old windmill on top of the restaurant Le Moulin de la Galette. Wait, a windmill? Yep, one of only two remaining from 1717 (from 14 originally). Did you know about D.E. Inghelbrecht? He was a pretty famous self-taught composer and director and we pass the building he lived in where he also has a statue commemorating him. We are starting the roundabout climb to the Sacre Coeur. I have a feeling this restaurant has been photographed a lot. I look up, as always, and photograph one of its windows. It has a flower and bull (symbol for Taurus which is my astrological sign).
Here is probably the most bought souvenir image Tournée du Chat Noir and just in case you have been wondering as to the history, as I was, click here. More windows. And please say it ain’t so… a Starbucks amongst all this? A gallery window to counteract. Wall art of something I couldn’t possibly have in this town. And more wall art of something that rhymes with it, but could be closely linked to it in reality. Repression often brings depression.
I’m learning so much about people I didn’t know existed. Now we see the house where Maurice Neumont, a lithographer and painter who made propaganda posters, died. And I am loving the door.
Well, time to go back home so we get on back into the streets, into the metro, and are able to reach home with enough light to look out the window onto a garden in the sky that our neighboring penthouse has.
I know I have said this before but I do love this town!!