149 Having a third Stella here in the Dome; I find I am already becoming increasingly excited at the thought my return to Fifth Avenue is growing ever closer. This is why I travel. The beer goes down so much easier in the Rue d’Aerschot, and in Fifth Avenue, as I know I am right next to the half-naked floozies. How the proximity of a whore excites the blood of a man. A whole bar of them & whole road of them, even more so. So 205 already and still half my beer to finish here in the Dome. I am not behind yesterday at all, all of a sudden. Plus vite, monsieur, otherwise all the windows will be empty!
The lesson I learn is make my life in the small places I enjoy: in the Orient Express, in the Cafe de Dome. Make my whole life in these places, drinking, watching world go by. The big themes that play such a huge part in other people’s lives, relationships, affairs, marriage, children, house, mortgage, mean absolutely nothing to me. What looms so monumentally large over everything in my life is my little bars, where I can drink, and watch the girls go by. A nice little porn cinema, a nice little bar filled with floozies, some window girls to ogle. A nice strip club to finish the night in.
I think on this trip to Brussels I really realised the Cafe du Dome is over for me — I HATE that Stella. So creamy and not cold. Better to say in hotel with the ice cold watery Jupiler. Or down to Churchill’s for the Primus, that was all right I think and some good people watching. Same in Vienna—I have got to give up on that bar and the soporific Zipfer. Make do with cans of Gösser in my room and the good GoTV music channel. Before: …… WSK in day and Manhattan at night. That is it. MUST try to get to Belvedere, Leopold etc this time. I have got Nuremberg Bella Napoli et al to enjoy on way there, and Frankfurt on stop back. So I can relax in Vienna.
I know in the old days I always used to get to Fifth Avenue late, after 4, because I spent some hours in Café du Dome; but taking a break from the Café du Dome it has I have got to Fifth Avenue too early. I should perhaps try to reinstate the Café du Dome into my routine. One more in the hotel before I go though. No.5. Hope the Cine Paris finally has some new films to sober me up again. No. 6.