Thursday, September 27. This morning, I am in the shower, completely wet including my hair, when the phone rings. So I shut off the water, dash across the rug, slip on the tile floor, land on my butt, grab the phone and say, nonchalantly, "hello." (You can laugh now.) It was the Theatre Espace Marais returning my phone call about getting a ticket to see Le Misanthrope. This is a little neighborhood theater company with only about 130 seats so I thought it would be fun to check out one of their productions and anyway I love Moliere. I'm sure I must have been a sight, sitting on the floor stark naked, chattering away in French (or at least what passes for chattering when I'm speaking French), choosing a date, giving the nice woman my cell phone number (in French). I don't think she spoke any English so that was fun. I may actually be able to call the Georges V one of these days!
This is such a tiny theater that they don't actually have a box office. You call and leave a message with the name of the production you want to see and the date along with your name and phone number. They call you back to confirm. Then you just show up for the performance and pay for your ticket then. I have already bought a paperback copy of Le Misanthrope in preparation so now I have to read it by Friday October 5th at 9 p.m.
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