Stories, Thoughts and Snippets
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"Jibril?"
"I am in the kitchen."
"Will you be able to join me for lunch tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid I have one meeting after another all day tomorrow, but if you like I will meet you for dinner."
"Where?"
"We could meet at the piano bar you like so much up in montemartre and then we can choose where to go from there. Say we meet at seven?"
"You're sure you cannot meet me for lunch, maybe just a quick coffee?"
"I really can't, I'm sorry."
"At seven then."
"Absolutely."
"Are you coming to bed?"
"In just a few minutes I just have a little work I have to get done tonight."
"I'm going to bed."
"Goodnight, dear."
"Goodnight."
I never had really known what to do with myself alone in Paris. I wandered through museum after museum, in the proper way I had been instructed, spending no more than an hour or two in any museum and never pushing myself to see more than I could leisurely take in. I studied the history of the artists and the paintings as much as possible in an effort to make them as meaningful to me as I possibly could, but I could not shake the feeling that I may as well be watching television as walking around these masterpieces with no one to hear and discuss my thoughts. When I had any I thought worth discussing, in any event.