le bonheur

i picked up a copy of hemmingway’s ‘a moveable feast’ the other day, thanks to a recommendation of a friend. initially buying its french translation, paris est une fête, i decided to keep it for the second round instead, assuming the fruits of hemingway’s articulations are most ripened to the ear when read in his (and my) native tongue. freshly purchased, i took my arrow books edition to the park just à coté de notre dame and found my bench of choice, with a belle vue of its famed ribbed vault and flying buttresses flattered by the june sun’s rays.