Hemingway could watch a goatherd with his pipes driving the goats through the street. A woman in his building bought milk from the goatherd and he could watch the goatherd milk the goat, the other goats craning their necks around, like tourists.

He and his wife go to the racetrack and win.

He describes the track, the betting.

They remember him fishing with a friend, and fish he had caught, and wine they had drunk with it. They remember details.

They go to Michaud's to eat, with their winnings from the track, and see James Joyce eating with his family. Usually, Michaud's is too expensive for them.

He mentioned this in "Shakespeare and Company."

They go to bed and make love and his wife falls asleep and he can't fall asleep, for thinking about a hunger that isn't satisfied by food, or winning at the track.

Was he thinking about Joyce?

I used to, when I'd read A Moveable Feast, I'd think about Hemingway, and envy him, but I didn't know then what I know now, what it was like for him, at the end, writing it.