Bunuel_Luis_My_Last_Breath

Earthly DelightsICAN'T count the number of delectable hours I've spentin bars, the perfect places for the meditation and contemplationindispensable to life. Sitting in bars is an old habit that'sbecome more pronounced through the years; like Saint SimeonStylites perched on his pillar talking to God, I've spent longquiet hours daydreaming, nodding at the waiter, sometimes talkingto myself, watching the startling sequences of images thatpass through my mind's eye. Today I'm as old as the centuryand rarely go out at all; but all alone, during the sacrosanctcocktail hour, in the small room where my bottles are kept, Istill amuse myself by remembering the bars I've loved.First of all, you must be clear about the difference between a barand a cafe. For example, I've never been able to find a decent bar inParis. On the other hand, the city is filled with superb cafes; fromBelleville to Auteuil, no matter where you go, you can always finda table, and a waiter to take your order. Without cafes, withouttahocs, without those marvelous terraces, Paris is unimaginable. Ifthey suddenly disappeared, it would be like living in a city that hadbeen leveled by an atomic bomb.