Last Sunday I walked through the Luxembourg Gardens on my way to lunch at Brasserie Balzar, near the Sorbonne. As I sat at a corner table looking out on the street, a man came up and slapped a card down with a handwritten phone number – no name. I had not noticed him in the restaurant and he quickly headed for the door as I looked up from the card. My friend says that is how casting directors sometimes scout “people who look interesting” for film and TV in Paris. I’m going to stick with the possibility and enjoy the ego boost rather than call and learn the truth.
To Paris and Beyond! 