Take it with you to any cafe in any city and Perec will be both your drinking partner and your tour guide drawing your attention to each little detail coming and going. Ian Klaus CityLabOne overcast weekend in October 1974 Georges Perec set out in quest of the infraordinary the humdrum the nonevent the everydaywhat happens as he put it when nothing happens. His choice of locale was Place SaintSulpice where ensconced behind first one caf window then another he spent three days recording everything to pass through his field of vision the people walking by the buses and drivingschool cars caught in their routes the pigeons moving suddenly en masse a wedding and then a funeral at the church in the center of the square the signs symbols and slogans littering everything and the darkness that finally absorbs it all. In An Attempt at Exhausting a Place in Paris Perec compiled a melancholic slightly eerie and oddly touching document in which existence boils down to rhythm writing turns into time and the line between the empirical and the surreal grows surprisingly thin.