Following up on the strange statute (sort of) that we saw in Montmartre, of the man coming half-out of a wall: We visited my father-in-law in Berkeley last weekend, and he had managed to find a book of short stories containing the story of the man who could walk through walls (Le Passe-Muraille). It’s fairly short (14 pages) and he says that it is easy enough that Suzie and I should be able to read it. Since the prior post didn’t contain the end to the story (it unfortunately ended “unable to pass through the walls after a night of passion….”), we hope to be able to provide a complete version of the story within a few weeks.
Categories: Travel -- France