|Schulenberg's Page: Paris, Part XLV
Text and illustrations by ©Bob Schulenberg
My life, my Parisian Carnival continued its frantic pace. Nights became days. Days became nights.
|Once after a very long evening, I left Chez Castel and its basement discotheque at 3:00 p.m. the next day — and that, only because I had an appointment to show my work to an ad agency on the Champs-Élysées way across the river on the Right Bank. There was no time to change from my formal black tie and tuxedo, but just enough time to grab the portfolio case of samples and run. I covered the tuxedo with a raincoat!
At the agency, I was asked if I wanted to take off my raincoat. I declined, saying I was quite comfortable — until the art director saw my patent leather pumps with the little black silk faille bows. Then, as I followed his eyes, he noticed that my black trousers had a narrow black satin stripe. The jig was up and, removing the coat, I admitted that I hadn't been home yet from the previous festive evening! He actually seemed impressed!
My hotel concierge/owner had said to me as I dashed in and ran out: "That's right! Do it while you're young! When you're older you won't feel like it — or be able to!"
On my way to the Champs-Élysées, I contrasted my Calvinistic grandfather's warning: " You're going to be an old man before you're thirty!" I still had a few years to go!
The carnival continued ...
|Another night at Chez Castel, Loes Hamel and I were having dinner. After the ladies' orchestra had packed up and called it a night, we went downstairs to the discotheque, which was in full swing, where the pianist was playing with her eyes closed and actually appeared to be sleeping as she played!|
|Ysolde, who was there smoking with the rest of the clientele, was in charge of all the Air France stewardesses. If you remember, she brought my brother's gift to me from Los Angeles: a UCLA sweatshirt, which started a sweatshirt fad at Chez Castel!|
|Loes and I met an interesting couple that night, Raymond Le Senechal and his American wife Barbara, who told me she was from Beverly Hills! We started exchanging stories and they invited us to their home for a drink.|
|I found out much later that Barbara's father was movie magnate, Jack Warner, the Warner brother who ran Warner Brothers studios!
|Barbara had been married to Patrick Terrail, who owned the legendary super-chic restaurant, La Tour d'Argent, and who later would open the Hollywood place-to-see-or-be-seen, Ma Maison.
During the height of that restaurant's popularity there was a joke going around Los Angeles: "It's announced that there is a problem with a customer's valet-parked Mercedes and at that, the previously crowded restaurant is suddenly empty, everyone checking to see if it's their Mercedes!"
|Such was Hollywood in the 1980s.
Although nothing was mentioned the night Loes and I were with them, it appears that the divorce from Terrail and marriage to Raymond was pretty scandalous!
Raymond was a well known composer.
|Barbara and I kept talking, Raymond went to bed, and Loes took a nap!|
|It was almost dawn when we left, but there were many nights to come! The Carnival-Time showed no sign of slowing!
La Fête Continue! (The Party went on!)
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