As my plans to go to St. Tropez crumble, I find myself in an usual place of solitude and peace. I find great solace in these times of empowerement so I venture to some of the recommended places Mado on Friday night, the place is buzzing and the maitre d' comments "what a shame you are alone?" Its great that I can be dinning alone and so I get sat inside in an equally lonesome room. The design is modern elaborate, a big of glam and passazz. They have sushi "bar" eventhough there's nowhere to sit. So I take a place by the window overlooking the terrace that's completely filled.
Adjescent to my table is a large family, by my standards, 2 boys, 1 girl (all under 15) and parents. My first instint is they are French but I searched my thoughts and looked again as to second guess my initial generalization which indeed are human patterns. As I surveyed the table the following dishes were present smoked salmon salad, steak tartare and entrecote. All meats were rare to medium at best. Indeed, they had to be french as the 12 year old girl was eating steak tartare like me whom maybe 5 years ago ate only very well/tire like meat.
Education and exposure erases or blurs the lines of culutre and class as the music turns to salsa (haha).
English spoken flowered with the foreign accent and with the accent of perfumes of proper taught (thought) english, it is ofen a way of expressing worldliness.
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