So I’ve just started reading Ernest Hemingway’s ‘A Moveable Feast’. I bought it from a bookshop in St Michel. I came across the bookshop on my first day in Paris when I went to Saint Michel to see the fountain and have a ‘cafe au lait’. So I open the book today and start reading…. First page in, Hemingway talks about being in St Michel, and going for a ‘cafe au lait’ in a cafe near the fountain. So so trippy. On another note, the book is phenomenal, so beautifully written.