Okay since we’re back from Paris, I’m allowed to talk about it, and post pictures.
When I told Noah we were going to Paris I very clearly pointed out I wanted to go to Shakespeare and Company. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.
I could have spent our whole vacation here, if he had let me,(I really could have! The owner let’s writers stay there in exchange for a few chores being done and they also have to read a book a day. I’m a writer, it works out) but instead he let me nearly max out my credit card with books I surprisingly, didn’t already have, and then ushered me out before I could ask the owner if I could move in.