What They Lost

What They LostThey crossed the Seine at pont Solferino just as the sun dropped down into clouds that presaged rain.They had spent most of the day in the shops of Palais Royal, not so much shopping as brows ing, although they did buy a few very old picture postcards and a French flag from the medallion boutique.Now they were going to their favorite cafe in the heart of the Latin Quarter where they knew Ahmed was just beginning to prepare the brochette de mouton for the spits and the couscous for the pots.They turned down rue de l'Universit?which, they knew, would become rue Jacob, and maybe this time they would locate Hemingway and Hadley's apartment.Mus?e d'Orsay was dark against the sky, but the little tabac oppo site was brightly lit, and Carolina reminded James that he really ought to allow himself a package of Caf? Creme blond since he loved to have an occasional cigar when they were in Paris.?I really shouldn't, he said.?Oh, please, go on.You've quit anyway, she said.