[ Jardin Luxembourg is the classiest little cinema, he's ever seen, hands down, he's particularly smitten with its red velvet seats, reminding Claude more of the theatre than a place showing movies. Currently, Jean Louis and he are standing at the counters running across the huge window panel with its view of the street outside, Masquerade is so long, three hours, give or take, that there's a half hour break in the middle to accommodate the quick fix hunger that some might develop while watching all that political drama. It's actually a much more political movie than he'd expected, maybe even more politics than ballet, in a distribution of 55 percent to 45, if he's generous.
For now, though, he's actually more thirsty than hungry and without turning too much to the side, he throws a glance over at the café where they are selling the wine that has secured the place its reputation. Wouldn't a glass of Argentinian make this already rather satisfying date that much more perfect? Claude thinks so and considers asking Jean Louis whether he'd like a glass as well. ]
starter ( date ) part I
For now, though, he's actually more thirsty than hungry and without turning too much to the side, he throws a glance over at the café where they are selling the wine that has secured the place its reputation. Wouldn't a glass of Argentinian make this already rather satisfying date that much more perfect? Claude thinks so and considers asking Jean Louis whether he'd like a glass as well. ]