Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

Sunday, 12 August 2007

Shakespeare and Company


I would like to live or at least to work in this independent bookshop in Paris. It´s definetely one of the most charming I have seen so far if not the most charming of all. A peacefull oasis for a passing-by book-lover like me. The location could not be better: on the Left Bank opposite to Notre Dame, in the Latin Quarter.

Surprisingly enough, I found the owner George Whitman on one of the little rooms upstairs. He did not seem surprised at all that I just walked into his assumed bedroom which was naturally bursting with old books. Just signed me to come forward instead of backing out to the staircase. Seems that in this house you never know what you will find behind the next corner - it is a maze of books peppered with pianos, cats and little notes from the visitors. Really unique atmosphere, somehow magical and overwhelmingly cozy at the same time. Felt like stepping into another world, thousands of miles from the busy bank of Seine. Sussi in Wonderland, part 2.

Apart from selling both old and new books, the house hosts writers. There are some beds here and where, some sinks and coffee cups, among some other marks of life like backpacks and arm chairs occupied by someone reading his favourite novel.

Friday, 10 August 2007

Paris


Some lost soul has nicked my umbrella and hand cream from the front pocket of my backpack. Maybe while I was having a nap at Charles de Gaulle airport.

Shoe God gave me a punishment for trowing away my well-served sneakers back in Zihuatanejo. It was raining one whole day and my poor Crock-like shoes filled with cold water. I am cold all the time anyway, takes a while to re-adjust.

Feeling sligthly posh: bought 2 shirts at Champs Elysée. The shop was Zara, but anyway. Yesterday spent the day walking around Montmarte and the Opéra Quarter, on Wed visited Louvre and Notre Dame, on Tue the Eiffel Tower. Playing tourist guide.

This French keyboaed is driving me nuts. It is not Qwerty so I can not really type. Or it zill look like this; loqds qnd loqds of s,qll ,istqkes: Oh zell the French hqve to do everything on their ozn zqy.