I am going to have to give a presentation on Sartre in december for my French lit class so I went by the Sainte Anne metro stop to check out the books for sale on the street. I had already spent most of my afternoon in the tea house next to the drawbridge painting so by the time I arrived most of the book sellers were either gone or packing up. Except for one who had two tables haphazardly strewn with books and cardboard torn and placed upright in the middle with permenent marker writing saying that all books are only 1 euro. Being late in the afternoon (actually it was already evening) most of the books had already been picked through, but I still found two. Although they don’t seem to do much for me content wise, they are definitely attractive enough to try and figure out how to use them in an art project.
The man selling the books kept coming over to me to tell me little things about the books I was looking at. He had the smell of cheap beer on his breath. After buying the books he asked to look at what I had chosen. I can’t remember if this question was said in French or English. I would assume the former.
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