This was Orwell's (Eric Blair)first book, and recounts two sides... first the desperate conditions of breadlines in Paris and the working poor... also the weird lazy kitchen restaurant culture in Paris...
AND... then a travelogue of a tramp's life around the small sections of London. It's an immense read!
What I love about this book, while forcing myself to live through it at times... is that it is about people in the margins... and how they often want it that way.
While strolling around Paris... I'm not actually living off crumbs... but I force myself to speak to as many people as possible who are living this way.
It keeps me thankful... keeps me motivated.
The city posters depicted in this blog were found all across the city, from Montmarte to Montparnasse...
They are the eyes and ears of the street. Ripped up, rained on, beaten and covered up... but if they could speak?
That's why literature and travel and life is so important... because nobody tells you this, these are secrets, you have to read it and go there and live it yourself. If you don't, what are you?
I know what you're thinking... I see you shaking your head... it's okay. I'll keep the secret to myself. It's best that way, isn't it?