The alibi: When I was in Paris, Boul’Mich

The alibi: When I was in Paris, Boul’Mich. Do you need an alibi if you are arrested for murder somewhere? Well, you could always say you were in Paris. On Boulevard Saint-Michel, specifically, and in 1904 to be even more precise. It has to be said in the most natural tone, of course. Nothing pretentious. Continue reading “The alibi: When I was in Paris, Boul’Mich”

The Madame in Rue Gît-le-Couer

The Madame in Rue Gît-le-Couer. Today, I’m looking for evidence of the Ulysses character, Kevin Egan, who is, in real-life, Joseph Theobald Carey, a friend of James Joyce. I am in rue Gît-le-Couer in the 6tharrondissement. There is no grainy sand in rue Gît-le-Couer. No razorshells, no squeaking pebbles, no unwholesome sandflats. This is not theContinue reading “The Madame in Rue Gît-le-Couer”