A little bit ago, I got to spend a little vacation time with my family in Paris. We had a great time - the weather was beautiful, Paris was, well — Paris, and it was fantastic to see my family.
On my first day there, my mother and I were a little tired but wanted to walk around, so we decided to do the Hemingway-themed walking tour in our guide book. We visited some of his old residences, enjoying the beauty of the city and trying to imagine what it might have looked like when he lived there. It was fun, relaxed, and definitely a little bit of a tribute to Midnight in Paris. When I got back to Berlin, I looked through the New York Public Library’s Tumblr, only to find this. And that is when I realized that, completely unawares, we had done this Hemingway tour on Hemingway’s birthday. I don’t know how this wonderful coincidence came about, but it felt too good to be true — a little magical. Which is really all I wanted from Paris in the first place.