|Toasting my love, in l'Atlas, with Guy Pascal and his little dog Octavous in the background|
Sure it was winter, but usually just rainy, but not all the time.
We discovered immediately what Hemingway meant when he wrote "There is never any end to Paris," in A Moveable Feast.
|Guy Pascal and Octavous|
Across the room, I spotted this old Frenchman and his little dog, and went over to ask him if I could take their photo. He spoke perfect English, having just returned from years in New York.
Memories... including a middle- aged professor having dinner with a beautiful young grad student next to us.