Et puis C et moi, on a bu de l’absinthe.
We drank absinthe and discussed Puerto Rico and decolonization. We ate crème brûlée rank absinthe in a famous bar. A bar that managed to be somehow quintessential and authentic. And the owner came up to us and chatted about his daughter’s studies in Chicago, vous comprenez?
Walked home in the rain and stared at the sky and let Paris consume me just a little bit. Un petit peu.
Tomorrow is a 7am train southbound.