Square meal

I'm not really into working lunches. I believe that everyone needs a break in their work day. Take my usual weekday for example. After a hard morning of painting, cutting colored paper, gluing colored paper, and answering stupid questions, I need to get away and regroup.

So at lunchtime I head home and eat a good meal, then I take it easy for a while. If this were the 1950s I might have smoked a pipe. Then I'm ready to head back to school for a nap before painting some more, cutting more colored paper, gluing more colored paper, and answering more stupid questions.

From Big picnic, little people

Today I made an exception. I had a working lunch with my colleagues. At 11:30 our parent/slaves picked us up and brought us over to the world famous Square Blomet. Our mothers had packed delicious lunches. My own mama made the usual kid-friendly fare: prosciutto, parmesan, tomato, and arugula sandwiches on Bavarian brown bread. Most kids had salami on white and potato chips.

From Big picnic, little people

After breaking bread we talked business. Mostly about the building properties of sand, how far yogurt will fly, and what Miró really meant to say by his sculpture "L'oiseau lunaire" (that's me in the photo below making a close inspection of said sculpture).

From Big picnic, little people

It wasn't so bad afterall. I suppose a picnic can be a good way to get ahead in your work. So if you're in Paris, have your people call my people. We'll do lunch.


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