Born in Oak Park, Chicago, in 1898, he soon came in Europe as war reporter and then in Paris where he began his career as a writer.

But he wrote the Moveable feast partly in Spain and partly in Cuba. Its the storie of a journalist that arrives in Paris. The author prevents that it will omit to name people and certain places for reason which he considers sufficient...

In Paris Hemingway wrote, loved and lived and never forgot he had a debt towards our city. He raised to her a temple dedicated to the memory and hidden happiness (Michel Mohrt).

My friend brought me the book she found in Loches. So I begin to read. The narrator is apparently in an apartment place de la Contrescarpe.

The café des Amateurs was the sewer of the street Mouffetard, commercial, narrow and busy street of the Latin Quarter, which carries out place de la Contrescarpe, where the toilets on the stage of the houses, à la turque, were emptied each morning by pumps in cisterns drawn by horses, which evoke the paintings of Braque.

And the smell of Roger Vitrac Play: Victor ou les enfants au pouvoir.

The narrator works on the last floor of a hotel where Verlaine died. He goes down the street, passes de Lycée Henri-IV and the old church Saint-Etienne-du-Mont and the windy place du Panthéon. He reaches at last the Boulevard Saint-Michel, crosses the boulevard Saint-Germain, arrives at the café he knows place Saint-Michel.

He writes there because its cold in the hôtel. She enters the café. He thinks of finding a place for her in the story he is writing but apparently she is waiting for somebody. He drinks rhum, look at the girl and write. Now she left, Hemingway is eating oysters and is dreaming of travels with his wife and to live the hotel where he writes, just having the rent to pay for the apartment, 74, rue de Cardinal Lemoine.

Hemingway and his unhangable vocabulary, the next chapter.