In 1985 I worked at La Nouvelle Reve off the Grand Boulevard in Paris. The interior was tres kitsch with red tables lit by royalist dioramas. Our clientele hailed from the well-heeled 16th arrondisement. Most of our guests aspired to nobility, but regicide had died out in France with the decapitation of Louis XVII. Terrorists targeted more modern symbols of repression in one April night a bomb exploded in the Bank Leumi. The force of the detonation threw the entrance of the Nouvelle Eve onto the dance floor. Thankfully we were closed and remained closed until repairs we made by our construction crew from the French Army.
They were working off the books.
The club was never the same.
This week in Bangkok a building collapsed on Soi Gay nearly destroying the infamous Balcony Club. The time was 4pm. No one was injured by the avalanche of debris. The balcony's adjoining wall is under stress, but the management says there is no danger to their clientele.
Living with danger is so sexy.
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