Our GARCON in Europe, dave delacroix: "Les belles-Montpelier-France".
Les Belles du Montpelier, my heart, mon coeur, since 1970-s have been enraptured, hypnotized by, in my "voyage de ma vie"? And considering young male French Blades (1970-s Les nouveau garcon) it was always best to keep a LOW profile as (2022) Muslim immigrant boys & girls somehow, perhaps, try to integrate in situ IF Islam Males IN France possibly TRY? And Allah-help the Muslim Gals who EVEN try? FRANCE is FRANCE! (Last time I looked?) Glad to be aged and not some Punks idea of a Sexual/Romantic/Cultural threat?
But back THEN? (1970-s) Friday? Sat nites: Les Community, mostly LADS, MEN; place de la republic, chorusing French Patriotic anthems, ROARING to late hours? OR/And the dawn Fish Market...UP the town-s SLOPE?...a VITE-affair, lots of jovial haggling, pre-noon, cool, aging Madames scurrying with shopping bags to their Concierge citadels/Pensions?...Leaving?...Sun-baked fish bones, cabbage leaves. Onion-scents. Their AMOUR: A recherche du temps perdu in lieu of Munchie-munchie? Who sings of old Gals sans le "Habit"? Frockless Monks who cane-tap cobbled streets and rasp-voice: "MERDE!!!"
...........BACK to my Past?...Apres du midi un faun. MOI. Dans le Restaurant. Le Banquet. A Salad to die for. Le premier Course. Le Vin!..Un cafe avec Cognac under a Summer-s canopy of expectation, of respectful introduction amidst the charm, seduction in Montpelier-s warren/old town streets; faces, LOVES that were never consumated or, again to rendezvous, a KICK which whittles away, decades later your assumed Seniority? Or hindsight? Wisdom? Wisdom got nothing to DO with it. S-all bout TIME! Stuff past and lost. "To SHE who is to gay?" (The one that got away?)
Les Belles du Montpelier, the almost Chanson, that KISS your lips can no longer devour. The beating SUN "sur la place" drums a NEW man to its exquisite domain. U? Your Kids? Who? What GENIUS will tear Truth from eternity-s throat? Yet Montpelier-revisited-Never replicated: U dally in a Cafe-s shade; perhaps a Poem struggles to comfort your regrets? And eyes downcast, an important Lady walks on by, a past inspiration, once your FONT of ecstacy! But WHO R U who fails to witness what lost before walks on by in Times "augen-blick", here & gone?
c.2022. dave delacroix.
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