Wandering thoughts... #5

Restif de la Bretonne used to walk a lot through Paris at night and wrote things on the walls, on the bridges, wherever some available spot was identified.. He was some kind of XVIII century tagger.
He called himself "le spectateur nocturne" and eventually wrote a book about these tags and their locations ("Mes inscriptions"). For years I have been wanderinf on his tracks trying deperately to find some remaining of what he had written with a chalk, as I had read that someone in 1923 had managed to locate one of these tags. Of course I never found anything up to this day, pollution and revamping of old buildings having been there before me. But I am still walking alone along the streets of Paris at night, letting my mind ramble as I see the surroundings.
Rue Delambre, I used to live there, I remember the porno cinema just opposite to my flat, the whores going up and down the street.. the Dome cafe where Modigliani used to sit, l'hotel Delambre where Andre Breton and Tristan Tzara stayed for a while. Two cafes are there also, one is called "Smoke", this is where I took Turquoise when she came to Paris, we had some cocktail drinks and talked a lot the whole night long, Turquoise was wearing a blue angora jumper, a leather skirt and black stockings. The other cafe has been a famous spot for writers and actors since the 50's. Marguerite Duras, Albert Camus, Francois Truffaut, Jean Pierre Leaud were among the usual patrons, not forgetting Orson Welles, the name of this cafe is actually "Rosebud". I had a delicious chili con carne there as they do also serve meals. La rue Delambre s'etend entre le boulevard du Montparnasse ou la nuee de voitures maintient son flot infernal et le boulevard Edgar Quinet ou rayonne dans la nuit ce bistrot qui a traverse les ans sans changer d'effigie, il a un nom qui me fait me redresser a chaque fois que je le rencontre, un nom ultime et sans ambiguite, ...La Liberte.