I’m writing this while sitting on a stool near a typewriter on the second floor of Shakespeare and Company (in the poetry section). I want to remember the cat. I feel an immediate kinship with it. It’s a gray tabby, like my first cat, Amiee.* It turns out they call the cat, Aggie.** I must say, it is quieter here than at Notre Dame. The church bells are ringing. It’s noon and it’s calling all of us to come to mass. Amid the melodic whispers in various languages are the sounds of footsteps of curious fellow visitors going up and down the worn … Continue reading Visiting les Bouquinistes and Shakespeare and Company in Paris