“But everything looks so tired and worn. I remember it being so gay.”
“You were the one who wanted to come to Paris to die.”
“Doesn’t everybody?”
I took her hand and pointed. “There it is. That’s the café.”
We pushed through the crowd at the door and found a table for two.
“Everyone here looks so old,” she said.
“Except for the beautiful girl dancing at the bar.”
“ Madame et monsieur. Vous desirez?”
“You speak English?” I asked the waiter who had materialized at my elbow.
“Yes. I speak English.”
“Who is the beautiful girl dancing at the bar?”
“Monsieur, that is Death.”
“But I thought Death was...”
“Monsieur, the older one gets the more beautiful Death becomes. Has Monsieur or Madame come to dance?”
“You were the one who wanted to come to Paris to die.”
“Doesn’t everybody?”
I took her hand and pointed. “There it is. That’s the café.”
We pushed through the crowd at the door and found a table for two.
“Everyone here looks so old,” she said.
“Except for the beautiful girl dancing at the bar.”
“ Madame et monsieur. Vous desirez?”
“You speak English?” I asked the waiter who had materialized at my elbow.
“Yes. I speak English.”
“Who is the beautiful girl dancing at the bar?”
“Monsieur, that is Death.”
“But I thought Death was...”
“Monsieur, the older one gets the more beautiful Death becomes. Has Monsieur or Madame come to dance?”
