Paris.. A Moveable Feast…
I have… just…
Finished… re-reading…
Ernest… Hemingway‘s…
“A Moveable Feast“…
What… a journey…
What… a feast…
Hemingway‘s classic memoir of Paris had been on the back shelves for eons… until the recent painful terror attacks on our city… when it suddenly became top of the best-seller lists…
Le tout Paris… had a copy of this thinnish book… reading it avidly on Métros, buses, cafés… whatever…
Not an.. amazing coincidence…
I avidly travelled with the author through every page… every rue… every boulevard… such as boulevard Raspail… rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs…
His favourite bookshop… Shakespeare & Co.… a quaint and delightful English-language institution.. which we have visited often and written about…
Every bar and brasserie… such as the brasserie La Closerie des Lilas… one of his many haunts… the Bar Hemingway at the Ritz Hotel… a place we too frequented and loved… to name but a few of his secret pleasures…
“A Moveable Feast“…
Brilliantly… evokes…
The sublime.. magical…
Mood of… Paris…
Après la première guerre mondiale…
It epitomizes Hemingway‘s unique… love affair with this sublime city…
Paris… belonged to him…
Et comme… Hemingway…
It’s my love affair… with Paris…
It… belongs…
To me… too…
Now…
More… than…
Ever…
a.