I walked through the gardens and people-watched. I came across two Algerian older men,
Moustafa and M--- (didn’t get his name correctly), who were feeding ducks,
pigeons, crows, and a family of common moorhens (not the chicks, just the
parents). Most of the birds ate right
from their hands. They said they found
peace just sitting there with the birds.
They invited me to join them, and a big fat pigeon sat on a chair arm
next to me and ate from my hand.
Before I reached l’Arc due Carrousel, I looked for children
who would sail boats in one of the ponds, but no one was out. I checked out the shops by the inverted
Louvre pyramid, then made my way to Le Nemours, a favorite restaurant near the
Louvre.
I was accosted by someone trying to sell her art while on my
way to the 69 bus. The 69 bus is a
popular bus line and also happens to drop me just at the top of the street for
the apartment!
Jour 3 — le lift ne marche pas.

















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