25 November 2002 Lundi
Aviatic 12:15 am
^Gourmand^
So Yesterday was about spending on food and provisions in a wanton way. I had gone two days, ostensibly, without eating, due mainly to having 3 flights to get to Paris. Food and flight do not mix for me. Setting out from my hotel (if you want to call it that—it’s more like a place where old, broke men go to die in Paris) I bought caviar-de-aubergines, a sweet paste of roasted eggplant drenched in olive oil at an Italian deli in St. Michel and a kilo of clementines (of which I have just eaten 3) which are laying in a plastic box on my desk. I sat down to a lunch of assorted brochette, miso soup and fried fish at a Chinese restaurant masked as 'Wasabi Sushi' again near St. Michel. On the way back for a mere 2E I got a Nutella crepe, and I will remember this place, as the crepes are costly in some places--4 or 5E...the closer you are to the uni near Metro stop at St. Michel.
So I came home for awhile, slept, listened to some music, read a bit, and decided at 11 or so to head back out. I found the 'easy internet' cafe right off the St. Michel M stop and was able to get out a couple emails. Unfortunately, it took me half an hour to configure the keyboard to English and at that I was unable to find certain symbols...what a pain. Then I moved to another computer whose keyboard had no spacebar. Christ, what a pigsty of a computer lab. More burntout American college students than a Phish tour. I made some calls, to T who helped me with some sightseeing plans, to Andy who wasn't home and J who wasn't either. With hope, they might have chance to visit me in January and February which will be both fun and afford me a bit of expense defraying sharing a room. I am not sure who would want to share this room, though. This isn't hard living, but it isn't the cleanest living.
So I did this and that. I’m really trying to get it all down in this journal so that I can come back and use it later. I’m not sure what for, or when. But I know that it’s very important. I am alone with my thoughts, and my notebooks have always been there. I’ve always sought refuge with writing to sort out my thoughts. But usually when refuge I am seeking it’s not the time the thoughts come out.
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