I think that Thursday December he planned to cross on the right bank and coffee drinking wine in the rue des Lombards, where Madame Léonie look me in the palm of your hand and tells me trips and surprises . Never took it that Madame Léonie you look the palm of your hand, maybe I was afraid to read some truth in your hand upon me, because you were always a mirror terrible, a terrible machine of repetitions, and what we call love was I was perhaps standing in front of you, with a yellow flower in her hand, and you were holding two green candles and time blowing against our faces a slow rain of resignations and layoffs and metro tickets. (...) Even now, Maga, I wondered if this detour made sense, because to get to the rue des Lombards I had agreed after crossing the Pont Sain Michel and the Pont au Change. But if you had been there that night, as so often, I would have known that the rodeo had a meaning, and now my failure instead calling debased rodeo. It was a question, after getting on the neck of Canada, to continue on the docks to enter that area department store that was just in the Châtelet, go under the purple shadow of the Tour Saint Jacques and go up my street thinking that you had found and Madame Léonie.
Rayuela, chap. 1
Rayuela, chap. 1
Rue des Lombards. Le Duc des Lombards. Paris I
Tour Saint Jacques. Paris IV
Square Saint Jacques. Paris IV
I know one day I arrived in Paris ... >
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