I know one day I got to Paris, I know that I was living on borrowed time, doing what others do and seeing what others see. I know you went to a cafe on the rue du Cherche-Midi and we talked. This afternoon everything went wrong, because my Argentine customs forbade me to cross a path continually look to another for the smallest things in the windows just lit streets that no longer remember. Then I went reluctantly, finding you petulant and spoiled, until you get tired of not being tired and we went to a coffee Boul'Mich 'and suddenly, between two crescents, I contast a gran pedazo de tu vida.
Rayuela, cap. 1
Rue de la Gaite / Boulevard Edgar Quinet. Paris XI
La Butte aux Cailles. Jonah Street. Paris XIII
Boulevard Saint Michel. Paris V
Rue Saint Jacques. "I Cloître." Paris V
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