CHAPTER NINE
This book is dedicated to one subject, so I will not waste words on the sights of Paris: the phallic Eiffel Tower or the pelvic arches of Notre Dame. I saw them, of course, and the Cafe Flore and the Deux Magots and the Ddme. I enjoyed the food and wine and loved the sight of lovers in tight, steamy, unashamed embraces in public places. I looked with joy at the banned books along the banks of the Seine, and saluted a free country. I spare you the details: smoke a Gauloise and recall them for yourself. I will spare you also the description of our "business" activities: interviews with tedious people and some pleasant book-hunting in the National library.
Rex took me to a dive one night. Mark excused himself from this expedition. We went because I begged for this treat, which
