December 12, 1998
Paris
The unemployed have gone on strike — at least that's how I understood it from listening to the radio. The teacher explained that, seeing as they have no jobs, they can't actually walk off them. Instead, they're holding a protest and insisting on a Christmas bonus with their unemployment check. She's in their corner and said it's unfair to punish children just because their parents were thrown out of work.
The information desk at the Louvre is also on strike, demanding better working conditions. By this, do they mean a public so well informed, they won't have to pester the employees with questions?
December 13, 1998
Paris
I took a walk last night and ran into Richard, who lives in a grand Left Bank apartment overlooking the river. We talked for half an hour or so, and he told me about a friend of his, a journalist, who each week buys $60 worth of magazines from a kiosk near the Café de Flore. She was there with a male friend recently, a photographer who wanted to see if one of his pictures had been used in the latest Italian Vogue. The guy started leafing through it when the newsagent said, the way they do here, "This is not a lending library."
The journalist said she would pay for the magazine, and when she pulled out her wallet the newsagent said, "Why don't you go get fucked up the ass by a nigger."
So much stuff goes over my head here.
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