Wanderlust

Wanting exertion before it became infernal, I walked to the library taking back the Ackroyd and the Wiesel. It was a lovely if sweat-drenched walk. I was struck by the arrival of a biography of Ho Chi Minh, translated from the French no less, in the New Holdings section. I read 20 pages or so walking back and laughed upon Ho's first arrival in Marseille where he noted the drunks and whores and pondered, "the French should civilize themselves and stop worrying about civilizing us."

I fired off another round of inquiries into Marrakesh lodging and then hunkered down to read another 40 pages of the Bowles.