ALL MY TODAYS > Walking from Cafe l’Industrie to the 9th, Paris, November 10, 2026
The rain picks up. Hood up. Camera tucked in jacket. Maybe you should have gotten that taxi after all.
Five minutes later. This is not so bad, actually. And so many things to see. An acting class mid-scene. Every bistro filled with conversation and cigarettes. A queue outside a comedy venue. You check your device. Thirty-six minutes to home. There are taxis idling nearby. Hmmm. You decide to walk some more while thinking about what to do.
Walk, walk, walk. Why am you wearing your hood? The rain has stopped. It’s actually not that cold out. Your sneakers aren’t soaked *all* the way through. What? It’s 16 minutes to home? How about a glass of wine. La Comete. A seat near the windows. The light outside is readymade for street portraits. You could stay here all night.
But home beckons. And it’s so close. Sixteen minutes. That’s nothing. And then you’re back. A whole bonus adventure later.