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Last Days in Paris
Paris, France
June, 2001
Well, at the end of the week I'm on my way to Jersey. I have met so many cool people and have seen tons of spectacular sights. It seems like I meet a few new people every day. Its all related to Shakespeare and Co. Every Sunday we have a Tea Party from 4 to 6pm and on Mondays we have a Poetry Reading from 8 to 9pm - at both events your sure to meet some cool folk - and mainly english speakers, and George always sends up some cute girls. I have been playing songs on Poetry night and that has been great. I also work the desk at the shop for a couple hours a day and its pretty fun - my first retail job ever!!! I have so many great stories from working in the bookstore. One time when I was working the desk Kitty came in with a bird and started eating it in the fiction section (the most crowded area in the store). So I took the bird and threw it over a fence. Kitty came back with the bird and this time decided to eat it under my chair - and that was OK. George cut his hair the other day - he uses a candle. He asked me to trim the back because he couln't reach back there with the candle. George went to the bank the other day dressed in a pasliey button up shirt a red silk dragon tie and his boxer shorts (he had been working in the shop all day like that). I asked him if they seemed to notice at the bank. He said 'They did't notice, I'm and old man. If I was a pretty girl they would have noticed.' Very George. We are now good friends and even talk about meeting in China this January and take a train to Vietnam. If he says the word I'll be there. George is well travelled - he once walked from Mexico to Panama. He speaks French, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, Russian.... Graduated from Harvard and he probably loves books more than any other person alive. Crazy like a fox. One time he had Andres and me wash the carpets in front of the shop. So there we were, on the Paris side walk with bare feet and shorts, hosing down and scrubbing these two rugs while George stands by yelling 'Your doing it all wrong', then grabs the Scrub broom from our hands, takes a few swats and throws it back to us, 'thats how you do it.' This went on for about 2 hours and I was crying it was so funny. Lots of tourists got some pictures they will never forget - George especially goes off when there is an audience. Funny as shit. It goes on and on. I've got some excellent pictures but I will have to wait until I'm home to post them. Paris Rules.
Amite Sincere, Ron
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