I went to a café facing Notre Dame for breakfast this morning—me and Tulea—and the rain came down in buckets so we got stranded for an hour. I read the International Herald Tribune, my favorite newspaper of all because it pulls together all the best and most pertinent articles from other papers in the U.S. After my scrambled eggs (which weren’t what I had hoped—the French sometimes make the best scrambled eggs, creamy and without lumps) and because it was still raining too hard to venture back into the street for the walk home, I had two scoops of chocolate ice cream made by the most famous French ice cream house, Bertillon. Yum. Then I checked out a left bank hotel for my son and his wife, Simone…within walking distance from me. I’m excited about them being here at the same time as me. We’ll have some fun. They’ll be here the 10th when I will receive an award from the mayor of Paris at a press conference about the Paris Film Festivalwhich is honoring me July 3-4th. My friend, Charlotte Rampling, is the President of the festival which means I’ll get a chance to see her.
At 3pm, the French dialogue coach and German actor, Daniel Bruhl, came to my apartment and we rehearsed our scenes for 2- hours. We have series of wonderful scenes together, about 6 or 7 of them, which will all be shot the last 2 days in July, but we need to start now to get familiar with the dialogue which, for both us foreigners, is challenging. I learned during our rehearsal that Daniel is half Spanish—his mother is from Barcelona, one of my favorite cities, and he is writing a book—a personal journey through Barcelona. So that makes 2 of us working on a book while making this movie.
And right now I am about to leave to see the photographic exhibit of Vania Vadim followed by dinner with his mama, Catherine Schneider. I will try not to forget to take pictures that I will post with this blog.