There are cafes in Paris

Now I haven’t been reading too much because I’m kind of worried of people spotting the American (Salvadoran en faite) reading on le métro–partly because I know that I consciously take note of who’s reading in what language just to see who might be American. I’m getting over that paranoia and since I’ve continued reading I was blown away to find that the cafés where the characters in the novel I’m reading hung out are right down the street from Reid Hall, along le Boulevard Montparnasse. Literally off the métro station I get off at to go to school, there are les cafés La Rotonde, Le Select, and Le Dome. This is where Jake Barnes witnessed Robert Cohn being humiliated by his mistress (?) Frances. I’ve only finished Book I and don’t remember too much detail–I know the story moves later on to Spain. Maybe I’ll visit. Now I’m not that literary at all, but I figured I should read something of personal interest while away….maybe I’ll keep that habit.