Förlåt att jag tjatar, men kolla själva hur det låter när Hemingways döende huvudperson Harrys liv passerar revy i The Snows of Kilimanjaro:
"The Place Contrescarpe where the flower seller dyed their flowers in the street and the dye ran over the paving where the autobus started and the old men and the old women, always drunk on wine and bad marc."
Place Contrescarpe, där ligger våra favoritpubar!
"There never was another part of Paris that he loved like that, the sprawling trees, the old white plastered houses painted brown below, the long green of the autobus in that round square, the purple flower dye upon the paving, the sudden drop down the hill of the the rue Cardinal Lemoine to the River..."
Jag går uppför backen till Cardinal Lemoine varje dag när jag tar Mètron!!
"... and the other way the narrow crowded world of the rue Mouffetard."
Där ligger vår karaoke-bar!!!
"The street that ran up toward the Pantheon and the other that he always took with the bicycle, the only asphalted street in allt that quarter, smooth under the tyres, with the high narrow houses and the cheap tall hotel where Paul Verlaine had died."
Paul Verlaine dog vid Cluny La Sorbonne, där ligger vårt McDonalds!!!!
Wow, jag har nog aldrig varit så starstruck. Hemingway har knatat runt i vårt Quartier Latin!
"The Place Contrescarpe where the flower seller dyed their flowers in the street and the dye ran over the paving where the autobus started and the old men and the old women, always drunk on wine and bad marc."
Place Contrescarpe, där ligger våra favoritpubar!
"There never was another part of Paris that he loved like that, the sprawling trees, the old white plastered houses painted brown below, the long green of the autobus in that round square, the purple flower dye upon the paving, the sudden drop down the hill of the the rue Cardinal Lemoine to the River..."
Jag går uppför backen till Cardinal Lemoine varje dag när jag tar Mètron!!
"... and the other way the narrow crowded world of the rue Mouffetard."
Där ligger vår karaoke-bar!!!
"The street that ran up toward the Pantheon and the other that he always took with the bicycle, the only asphalted street in allt that quarter, smooth under the tyres, with the high narrow houses and the cheap tall hotel where Paul Verlaine had died."
Paul Verlaine dog vid Cluny La Sorbonne, där ligger vårt McDonalds!!!!
Wow, jag har nog aldrig varit så starstruck. Hemingway har knatat runt i vårt Quartier Latin!
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