Last week the BF and I did a Paris-themed date night from the claustrophobic comfort of our condo. I made a playlist with Edith Piaf, cracked a bottle of wine and put a Youtube tour of the Louvre on in the background. I also started reading A Moveable Feast, Hemingway’s memoir of his Paris years in the 20’s- I’d been saving it for my next physical trip to the City of Lights, but as that trip might be years out, I thought I’d indulge in […]
Hemingway is jerk
A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway
