One day, summer finally came for an oh-too-brief visit. Luckily, it was a day off for me, so I went to Madison’s only boulangerie to sip some cafe au lait and eat a freshly baked baugette with brie and ham inside (see below).
Two elderly gentlmen spoke loudly of film distribution deals and how you need $600K to get started in Hollywood. One was from Iran and said that LA had the largeet Iranian population in the states, while most Ethiopians were in DC. I thought of butting in to find out who they were, but didn’t get a chance. The Iranian doesn’t live here anyway, it seems, as he could hardly find a time in the next couple months to get back together with the other guy.
So there’s a little international life here, even if it’s as elusive as a rare butterfly.