Joseph Goss
DINE AT NIGHT – Throughout the games, Joseph Ghosn has one mission: to tell you about Parisian nights. For his fifth stop, he ended up in the 13th arrondissement at a very artistic dinner.
“Is the situation here really catastrophic?” A reader writes to us, he says, from the “red zone”. We would never have believed that the day would come when the 5th and 6th districts of the capital would turn red. So what’s going on? He continues. “We reread Cioran as we drink beautiful rules and wait for customers who never come. All waters are the color of drowning. How can it be said?
This philosophical reader is also the owner of a beautiful restaurant, Augustin Marchand D’Vins, on the rue des Grands-Augustins (Paris 6th); everything is deserted on his side of the city and no one is waiting for the Tartars anymore. After receiving the message, he was supposed to go to his side of the Seine, but the road led much further, to the 13th arrondissement. At night, everything is so quiet that it seems like a dream of a silent car. No sound, no party. Will there be a curfew? No one warned us… Fortunately, dinner is waiting for us. The friend who takes us there extols the virtues of friendship between Gemini and Leo along the way. “It’s contested and patched. Their story seems like a permanent Olympic event, doesn’t it? We take him at his word, especially when he introduces us to some stunning beauty and delicacy, to our dinner hosts.
A life to discover
They are artist book publishers and could easily win the Olympic prize for most beautiful work if it existed. In any case, given the beauty of their production by the greatest contemporary artists (Maurizio Catella, John Armleder – competition at this level), they are beyond competition. At midnight, they open their workshop for us to show the precious and rare miracles that they have been making as husband and wife for more than twenty years. Their home, Three Stars Books, is absolutely discreet, publishing its craft books with several copies coveted by museums including New York’s Moma. Their own pulpit. In the middle of the night, we realize that the couple’s son is a former punk musician, sleek and spicy, whose cult band created hits and wreaked havoc in Giscardian France.
Only Parisian nights, especially in summer, allow such an encounter. From punk to artist books, there’s life, and discovering traces of love and work well done together while we’re looking for games is invigorating, stimulating. At the same dinner, we met a young American, a former professional football player. A mass of muscle and goodness, he says he runs four times a week. But his race has nothing to do with our race. on the phone, he shows his latest route, which appears to be a small beltway around Paris. “Because of the Olympics, it’s difficult to run along the Seine, so I walk the whole way.” Like the taxis that now mechanically take the route to the ring road. “It’s faster, but longer,” they claim. We didn’t quite get the logic behind this, but sleeping in the back of a car in Paris at 3am is pretty cool, even if you feel like you’re on the front pages of a Manchet noir novel when: his anti-hero turns the ring road to heal his nerves. You can never be literary enough at night.
Source: Le Figaro
