Day 0368

Breakfasted with my art dealer friend over coffee and croissant, started her portrait at her apartment (badly as anticipated, but what can be done?) talked about the art world. Floated around Paris frittering money. Thought I knew my way around better than I did, but thoroughly disoriented most of the time and following my GPS rather than my nose. Felt lonely in company because I was reminded that I share precious few commonalities with most people I meet: I don't watch TV, don't watch films, don't care about cats or dogs, don't believe in spirits, don't drink, haven't any news to report, don't have plans, don't have a love life. Frankly, as Stendhal has it -- “A good book is an event in my life", and I came close to admitting it.