Yesterday I went jogging on the outer path in Jardin du Luxembourg. Earlier in the week when CEA orientation lead us the the gardens, I was surprised at the number of people running around the park (all dressed in black, perfect—perfectly tight—jogging outfits). Some of the men wore polos. Needless to say, I felt out of place in my white Tshirt and bright pink shorts. My turnover rate made a good defense.
I dedicate the afternoon to Hemingway.
"Then there was the bad weather." Opening line of Hemingway's Moveable Feast
It started to rain as soon as I set out for 74 rue Cardinal Lemoine. Fitting, I thought. Not knowing if I could get inside his former Paris apartement, I veered towards Shakespeare and Company, keeping an eye out for a good café. I found a first edition Modern English Prose, 1946 and took it with me to Les Zeles de la Fourmi for 8€. There, I sat with a sleeping cat and a bad combination of coffee and tart de citron. The rain stopped long enough in the evening for me to find and gape at the plaque pasted on the side of 74 rue Cardinal Lemoine. I could not get inside his third floor room nor even into the portail.