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16.10.01: Café Noir, rue d'Argout / rue Montmartre If postponing the trip back to America had accomplished anything, other than to induce more intense (and unnecessary) panic about my sans papiers status, it did get me to think hard about just why I was here and what best to do while "stranded" in France. The obvious answer, of course, was to get (more) serious (again) about the dissertation research, so in the two weeks before classes at INALCO started up, I headed to the oriental manuscripts room at least four out of six days. And on the way home, I stopped to revel solemnly in my rediscovered studenthood at this moderately trendy place just off the rue Montorgueuil. An obvious enough name for a café, but it seemed everyone sitting there took the black dress code (and red decor?) very seriously.
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