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16.03.01: Café de la Place, rue d'Odessa / rue de Montparnasse Although one of the roads leading away from it is the 14e's answer to Pigalle, Place Edgar Quinet is otherwise a fine little square: métro stop, plenty of trees, about half a dozen cafés, along with about a gazillion crêperies down the rue de Montparnasse. I spend my requisite time on the terrasse before pulling out for a film at a great cinema deep in the 14e, a whole alternative perfomance space theatre type thing called L'Entrepôt. But it's Friday, and I'm just not going to be happy heading home so early, so I make another pit-stop. There's very little excitement I have to associate with this place, apart from the fact that it's another of my "locals," teeming with apparent regulars, a very loud television, and faux-brass goodness all round the place. A couple of months later I would sit here explaining the ins and outs of Grimm's Law to Ken at one o'clock in the morning. This eve, after finally grabbing some dinner at the restaurant literally the closest to my apartment (a small Chinese joint),it's simply another Dostoyevsky novel that winds up as I finally get through the final chapters of The Idiot.
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