Batman, and Yves and Michele. And the bistro that will be forever etched in my mind. It’s called Le Temps des Cerises, and it’s in the 4th in Paris, on Rue du Petit Musc. Batman is a Jack Russell terrier, and he belongs to Yves and Michele, who for many years operated this wonderful place, across from which I once worked. Mornings it would be un café at the bar, then back for lunch — and some of the best food to be had in Paris. The cook was an ex-Navy man, a sailor, and the wines were diverse and priced fairly. After work we’d meet for beers and conversation. Michele would call out to “James Dean,” which is how she referred to Dean and me. Her smile and laughter I see and hear still. Batman would patrol the narrow sidewalk out front. It was one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever spent time in. I felt at home there.
A few years ago Yves and Michele gave up Le Temps des Cerises. In the summer of 2013 Angela and I visited Batman’s place. It was not the same, and never again will be.