About Henry Miller
Paris! Meaning the Café Select, the Dôme, the Flea Market, the American Express.
The three of us used to meet regularly on the terrasse of the Rotonde before going to dinner.
Notre-Dame rises tomb-like from the water.
The Place St. Sulpice, so quiet and deserted…
And it was down the Rue Bonaparte that only a year before Mona and I used to walk every night…
…walking through the Jardin des Tuileries…
…the Eiffel Tower is fizzing champagne…
We walk down the Rue du Chateau, looking for Eugene.
The Friday Letter
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