{"id":59698,"date":"2013-11-05T23:19:43","date_gmt":"2013-11-05T22:19:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/?p=59698"},"modified":"2013-11-05T23:19:43","modified_gmt":"2013-11-05T22:19:43","slug":"jai-rencontre-ce-soir-leternite","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/2013\/11\/05\/jai-rencontre-ce-soir-leternite\/","title":{"rendered":"<b>J&rsquo;AI RENCONTR\u00c9 CE SOIR L&rsquo;\u00c9TERNIT\u00c9<\/b>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Il arrivait que quand mon p\u00e8re rentre du bureau, ma m\u00e8re affirme tout de go : \u00ab Je n&rsquo;ai rien pr\u00e9par\u00e9 pour ce soir (j&rsquo;en ai eu ras-le-bol du r\u00f4le de femme au foyer) ! \u00bb Mon p\u00e8re d\u00e9clarait alors, bon prince, \u00ab Ce n&rsquo;est rien (qu&rsquo;\u00e0 cela ne tienne), allons au Vieux Bruxelles ! \u00bb<\/p>\n<p>Le Vieux Bruxelles (rue Saint-Boniface), \u00e9tait une \u00ab friture \u00bb : un terme moins pr\u00e9tentieux que restaurant avec un \u00ab r \u00bb majuscule, de la m\u00eame mani\u00e8re que l&rsquo;on dit aussi \u00ab brasserie \u00bb \u00e0 Paris.<\/p>\n<p>Je suis assis ce soir, vous l&rsquo;aurez devin\u00e9, devant un rognon \u00e0 la moutarde, au Vieux Bruxelles. <\/p>\n<p>Les m\u00eames fresques maladroites de la vie bruxelloise des ann\u00e9es 1910, aux couleurs d\u00e9j\u00e0 pass\u00e9es comme aujourd&rsquo;hui en 1950, ornent imperturbablement les murs.<\/p>\n<p>Je ne serai bient\u00f4t plus que poussi\u00e8re, mais la chance m&rsquo;a \u00e9t\u00e9 offerte ce soir de rencontrer l&rsquo;\u00e9ternit\u00e9 !<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Il arrivait que quand mon p\u00e8re rentre du bureau, ma m\u00e8re affirme tout de go : \u00ab Je n&rsquo;ai rien pr\u00e9par\u00e9 pour ce soir (j&rsquo;en ai eu ras-le-bol du r\u00f4le de femme au foyer) ! \u00bb Mon p\u00e8re d\u00e9clarait alors, bon prince, \u00ab Ce n&rsquo;est rien (qu&rsquo;\u00e0 cela ne tienne), allons au Vieux Bruxelles ! [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[833],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-59698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-la-vie-de-tous-les-jours"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59698","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=59698"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59698\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":59700,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59698\/revisions\/59700"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=59698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=59698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=59698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}