Paris has a lousy weather. Undeniable. At par with London or Brussels (Both cities I love too). Yet, all of a sudden, the sun comes out, flimsy skirts start walking briskly on the streets, the cafés’ “terrasses” fill up, and the clouds start dancing in blue and white! 52 more words
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Later, after eating a sandwich or sausage and chips, Alberto Blancafort would sometimes accompany me to a bar on the rue des Cannettes where the grotesque survivors of the existentialist fauna had taken refuge: there a solemn, hieratic girl, systematically dressed in black, with her face painted like a mask, declared that she lived in a damp cave with mice and called on the lost daring to try her one night in a cemetery.
(Juan Goytisolo, Forbidden Territory)
Seeing Ali Akbar selling Le Monde on the streets of Saint-Germain-des-Prés is startling. Not simply because he is often calling out his own headlines like, “Monica Lewinsky pregnant by Obama! 751 more words