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To: smolejv@gmx.net who wrote (4288)	10/10/1998 12:46:00 PM
From: MonsieurGonzo	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 11051

DJ; RE:" Darling " Darling, I went to Chartier to lunch and had a macquereau grillé et épinards à crème. It was very strange to be there alone - I felt that I was a tiny little girl standing on a chair looking into an aquarium. It was not a sad feeling, only strange and a bit 'femme seulish' -- As I came out it began to snow. A wind like a carving knife cut through the streets - and everybody began to run -- so did I into a café and there I sat and drank a cup of hot black coffee. Then, for the first time I felt in Paris. It was a little café & hideous - with black marble top to the counter garni with lozenges of white and orange. Chauffeurs and their wives & fat men with immense photographic apparatus sat in it -- and a white fox terrier bitch -- thin and eager ran among the tables. Against the window beat a dirty French flag, fraying out in the wind and then flapping on the glass. Does black coffee make you drunk -- do you think? (Oh Jack I won't do this. It's like George Moore. Don't be cross) and could have sat there years, smoking & sipping and thinking and watching the flakes of snow. From a letter to John Middleton Murry -Katherine Mansfield 1915 ...thinking of you, V. -Steve