The least exciting part of travel

It takes the whole day to travel from LT to Montmorillon (bike), from Montmorillon to Poitiers (TER), from Poitiers to Gare Montparnasse (TGV), from Montparnasse to Gare du Nord (Metro), from Gare du Nord to Charles de Gaulle (RER), from Charles de Gaulle to Hyatt (hotel shuttle). When you step into your room your are already exhausted
The Greta Garbo arrives from LA three hours later than expected. So we have to wait for almost 5 hours until they prepare her for the return flight to Los Angeles
Meanwhile, I notice something new: a praying room for believers, presumably moslem. As it’s next to the “Toilets” I see an Arab man washing his feet in the sink (same sink where you wash your face and hands)
Finally, we are on the way to LA

George Whitman, Shakespeare and Co

December 12, 1913 – December 14, 2011

The last time I saw him was in April 2011. He would stay in his apartment upstairs as his health was declining. Sylvia was running running the bookshop.

I snapped my last picture of George as he looked out the window, the Notre Dame of Paris in front of him. He wore a pink shirt, just like the tree blossoms. Rest in peace, George.