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It started when I got the email from My Little Paris:
Fortune telling. I guess we would all try it if it weren't for the fear of entering a shabby shack in the middle of nowhere and the prospect of facing a turban-hatted gourou with clinky rings. What if you could have your future (and fortune) told in a chic and respectful venue in the heart of Paris ? It's happening right now at Café Verlet, rue Saint-Honoré, a few blocks from Hermès.
Well, My Little Paris doesn't know me. I have happily been to plenty of psychics, healers, and other sensory advanced and aware individuals, in the city and in the country, which some would call the middle of nowhere--though none of them wore turbans or clinky rings. (But wouldn't it be sort of divine if they did?)
Pooh-pooh me if you like, but I look at it like these gifted individuals just have a skill set I don't have. They left channels open that I closed, or they received expanded perception through some energy blast that cracked through panes of space and time.
So I called up my home boys, stylist James Leland Day (more about him in a future blog) and artist Theo Edmonds (whom you've read about here), and we met up at the good Café Verlet.
It was in my old neighborhood. I'd walked by it a million times. How had I missed it?
As soon as I stepped in, I loved the ambiance. The aromas of coffee and tea and hot food were pure sustenance on a cold winter day.
Café Verlet carries coffees from around the world, including Burma, Thailand, Ethiopia, Guatamala, and Panama.
I followed the friendly waitress upstairs and tried a Burmese coffee while I waited for my friends, and it was delicious. The waitress confided that the coffee reader had been incredibly accurate with her personal reading. Juicy. I loved hearing that! The excitement was building.
When the lovely Turkish-coffee-grounds reader Selda arrived with her electric Turkish coffee-pot, she explained that we should drink the coffee until there was a bit of sludge still at the bottom. Then we should make a wish, place the saucer on top of the coffee cup, and then turn it over towards ourselves. The coffee was steaming hot as we sipped it. I tried it without sugar at first. Too strong. I had to sweeten the black coffee, whose depths Selda would be looking into.
Selda, the coffee reader
I went first. And this is what my cup looked like when Selda was reading it.
Selda saw pictures in the traces of coffee that were left, which she interpreted to each of us as we took our turns. We did not have appointments, and this was the first time that we'd met her. She immediately said some things to me that were remarkably accurate, and she was very specific about some events and people that would appear in my near future.
I was totally impressed, and James and Theo were intrigued with their fortunes as well. We each had interesting and, actually, quite good readings. I felt a bit lifted into the clouds.
On top of that, when we went to pay a reasonable 30 euros each for this experience, we also received a Café Verlet tin filled with aromatic coffee.
All in all, it was a wonderful afternoon. Theo, James, and I felt psychically satisfied.
And how are Selda's predictions turning out for us? I don't know about the boys, but I'm not telling...yet.
And you? You'll have to have your own fortune read.
Café Verlet
256 rue Saint Honoré, 1st
Metro Palais Royal-Musée du Louvre
Tel : 06 84 42 07 74
Fortune telling on Wednesdays and Thursdays from 3.30 to 6.30pm, until the end of March. 30 euros.
Have you had your fortune told or coffee grounds read? Have you been to Café Verlet? Do tell in the comments below.
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