Later that day...

...we had a walk around the Latin Quarter and the 5th Arrondissement in general. It was chilly in Paris while we were there, and we had some rain to contend with part of the time, but this was a very nice afternoon. The strike was subsiding by the time we left the hotel, and we strolled up to some nice boulangeries and had some much-needed coffee. Among other things, we saw the Pantheon (from the outside)





and an outdoor market



and I insisted we take a peek at an experimental theater.



A reading at Shakespeare and Company that night tapped my inner James Joyce and the steak and wine we had at Chez Denise brought out my Hemingway and Henry Miller (though they were not the ones who graced the walls there. For whatever reason, the American who got a portrait up on their wall - at least the wall we could see from our table - was Norman Mailer. Who knew?)


At Shakes & Co., Adam Haslett and Nick Flynn read from their new books to a packed house that spilled out onto the sidewalk outside. Afterward, there was jazz in the library upstairs, but we were too tired and hungry to make that scene.