Rue Saint-Honoré, Rue de L’Arbre Sec et Rue Croix de Petits Champs – there I’ve celebrated my birthday, even without a clear planning.
J’adore Charles De Gaulles and I always shout "SALUT" when I’m here again, and I love to walk there slowly and contemplate the people and buy a RER ticket and then to go TO Paris, very attentive and careful to any small moment.
Rue Saint-Honoré by Pissarro:
There is a million of stories: Jeanne d'Arc has been wounded here during her attack on Paris, here Ravaillac killed Henry IV by dagger,here Robespierre was captures and invited to the guillotine, and so ME, I’m here, with delight and two cache-nez because it's so cold here, and with mon ami Maurizio,and we’re living here, at Rue Croix de Petits Champs, and walking and dancing. What else while you're HERE.
You know who Henri IV is? He’s ERRICO! That's his Spanish name -- and it's mine too.
Parigi vale bene una messa- says Mauri. I correct him: “Paris vaux bien une messe” and we stroll there, to my very dear piccolo viccoli: Bucherie, Chat qui pêche and Huchette, and then we’re on Gospel concert, and it’s endless, it’s always, just here.