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Real Latin Quarter
by Frank Berkeley Smith
"Cocher, drive to the rue Falguière"--this in my best restaurant French. The man with the varnished hat shrugged his shoulders, and raised his eyebrows in doubt. He evidently had never heard of the rue Falguière. "Yes, rue Falguière, the old rue des Fourneaux," I continued. Cabby's face broke out into a smile. "Ah, oui, oui, le Quartier Latin." And it was at the end of this crooked street, through a lane that led into a half court flanked by a row of studio buildings, and up one pair of dingy waxed steps, that I found a door bearing the name of the author of the following pages--his visiting card impaled on a tack. He was in his shirt-sleeves--the thermometer stood at 90° outside--working at his desk, surrounded by half-finished sketches and manuscript. The man himself I had met before--I had known him for years, in fact--but the surroundings were new to me. So too were his methods of work. Nowadays when a man would write of the Siege of Peking or the relief of some South African town
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"Cocher, drive to the rue Falguière"--this in my best restaurant French. The man with the varnished hat shrugged his shoulders, and raised his eyebrows in doubt. He evidently had never heard of the rue Falguière. "Yes, rue Falguière, the old rue des Fourneaux," I continued. Cabby's face broke out into a smile. "Ah, oui, oui, le Quartier Latin." And it was at the end of this crooked street, through a lane that led into a half court flanked by a row of studio buildings, and up one pair of dingy waxed steps, that I found a door bearing the name of the author of the following pages--his visiting card impaled on a tack. He was in his shirt-sleeves--the thermometer stood at 90° outside--working at his desk, surrounded by half-finished sketches and manuscript. The man himself I had met before--I had known him for years, in fact--but the surroundings were new to me. So too were his methods of work. Nowadays when a man would write of the Siege of Peking or the relief of some South African town
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