I was in a used bookstore. I was looking for the essay "Everybody's Favorite Protest Novel" by James Baldwin. I found it very easily, in a book of essays by various authors, right on the page it was supposed to be. I began to read it, and it was talking about the Spanish poet Jorge Manrique (??). The book had funny dimensions and looked too small to have its 500+ pages. But I thought it would be good to take with me as reading material on my trip to France.
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I was in Paris, but a Paris that looks nothing like real-life Paris. I was trying to get to my hotel, and thought I would walk first before using google maps on my phone. I somehow knew it was "downhill" from where I was. Some American girls passed by and were singing "They can't take that away from me," "The way you wear your hat..." etc... but with altered lyrics, like "The way you all throw up." I wanted to warn them that people in France might understand English. I passed by a woman dressed in a funny way and with a lot of make up. She started talking to me in French. I couldn't understand, and then she said "vous parlez...?" and I said "anglais." We had a brief conversation and I was able to get away when someone else came and she started taking to them.
Now I went through several buildings that seemed to be in descending order in the direction I wanted to go. I got out my phone, and it was know a two inch square shape. I opened google maps and it make the phone look like a watch or industrial steam-punk looking thingie, so I opened another map app, but now could not figure out how to use it... I couldn't remember the name of my hotel.
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