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15.09.01: Le Celtique, rue des Écoles / rue de la Montagne Ste. Geneviève I've generally had an inhibition against drinking alone, but sometimes it's really only a demi -- several, for that matter -- that will satisfy. I partake of at least one at this place on my way home from picking up Bob Dylan's new album, his first new release now that I'm officially obssessed. This was partly a strategy just to get myself out of the apartment: Josh had gotten ill very quickly after we got back from our Belgium-Luxembourg roadtrip, and probably didn't get out of (my) bed for at least four days. Leah read him the news from the International Herald Tribune, while I semi-simultaneously translated the television news. A little surreality to add to the surrealism.
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