Thursday, January 1, 2009

A Moveable Feast

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

I just started to reread A Moveable Feast and I find myself hanging on every word, hoping that each sentence will unlock a secret of Paris. Not that the Paris of today is Hemingway's Paris, but the city still seems to hold a certain fascination and allure for Americans. The allure drew me to Paris as well, to both learn and learn from the city.

I know the Paris of Hemingway has long since disappeared. No longer can one find men fishing along the banks of the Seine or order a dozen portugaise oysters and a carafe of dry white wine and stay within a student's budget. I cannot try to live Hemingway's life (for I do not go for him), but hopefully he can give me a few pointers before I get there.

Hemingway spent 6 years in Paris; I have six months. Best get a move on.

1 comment:

elizabethdherman said...

read it along the banks of the seine at sunset, c'est manifique!

stumbled upon your blog through shana's, and i must say it's quite lovely. enjoy paree, and keep up the delightful little anecdotes.