Didier feels some inherent pressure to impress me, the guy from the mecca of film and entertainment. To quote from a Depeche Mode song, there have been countless feasts laid at my feet / forbidden fruits for me to eat. Like a Ferris Bueller gone off the rails, I thrive on diving into the rabbit holes of the night.
I’ve been in Paris for over a month, and up to this point, except for dinners with Solene and Nico and late night solo walks through Paris, I haven’t had much of a night life, particularly because I don’t have a wingman. As a creature of la nuit, night life is as essential for my health as oxygen. But tonight, Didier took me to a night club called Club 41 on 41 Rue Quincampoix, in the 4th Arrondissement.