After class it was pouring and I was feeling crummy, and decided not to join everyone for lunch due to lack of hunger.
Instead I thought of the wonderful book I've been reading, Hemingway's A Moveable Feast. It's basically a blueprint of Paris, and every word he writes is just so lovely.
So I was thinking about what to do with myself for the day, and ultimately decided on la Closerie des Lilas, a café which Hemingway frequented when he lived here (I read about it a lot in Feast). I grabbed my umbrella and braved the rain as I headed to Monoprix to buy batteries for my camera and then to the Montparnasse district to check out the café.
I got there and it was still absolutely pouring. But I found the place fairly easily and glanced at the menu before walking in. Then I did a double take: 26 euros for an appetizer. So I'm guessing that any place Hemingway frequented that was cheap in his day is now terribly expensive because he once sat there. It makes sense I guess. But it was so very sad.
Feeling defeated, I turned around and started walking back toward the metro. But then I catch a glimpse of an ice cream place to which Monsieur Wyatt told me I should go. So I walked over, and look at the menu because then I was starving. And low and behold, two scoops of ice cream was nine euros. Maybe for my birthday, but not that day.
Ultimately I decided it was a fail of an afternoon and went back to the Cité to buy lunch at the unfortunate cafeteria. I walked up to the entrance and looked at the clock, which read 2:20. The cafeteria closes at 2:15. Fail fail fail fail fail. No lunch.
For dinner we headed back to the cafeteria, which was open this time. But the food was not eatable. The meat had too many bones and too much fat. No dinner. Feeling hungry and dejected, I just decided to call it a day as the majority of the group went to Montmartre to see Milk, which I'd already seen before.
Walking total: 4.7 miles.
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