Still deaf in one ear. There’s no change in my hearing. It’s so weird. Not one bit of change.
I got up late again.
Visited Ille Saint Louis this afternoon. Mary said it’s where she likes to go for a stroll and contemplative time. It was lovely. I tried getting there without my glasses and ended up going SW when I should have been going NE. Silly.
After I got my bearings I made it to Rue Saint Louis en I’lle without a map or my iPhone. It was lovely. Very small and quaint–places for lunch, a little butcher shop, a little cheese shop…
I took some pictures and even contemplated going into a little place for lunch. But I’m not there yet.
A French boy came after me and started speaking in French. I looked at him with what must have been alarm and he switched to English. He said he wanted to tell me I was cute and would I like to have a coffee with him. I laughed. He continued on asking if I was a student. I said I was here to be alone and write. He said if I had a drink with him I’d write more…he was so bold as to suggest my writing would have more emotion. I laughed some more and said ‘ok….goodbye!’ and as I walked away I tripped off the curb. Very smooth.
How bizarre. It seems unfathomable that people just walk up to each other and say ‘hi! i think you’re cute…wanna have coffee and talk?’ It just seems totally unsafe. Even if it were safe, I wouldn’t have gone. He looked like the man version of Harry Potter.
Zut!
