no shit here.
in paris, drinking a cafe this afternoon in central Paris. a chatter goes up, look right and The King, Eric Cantona, by himself strolled, within 5 metres, past me. no shit. he looked magnificent. Fucking legend.
Still in shock. LInden said my face was a picture when she came back from the ladies. For hours, as we walked through the Louvre, I could only repeat, Eric Cantona!