Sunday, March 04, 2012
Rue de opera, 1ere
On a foggy night the tower is a beacon.
I am in a snug/warm attic apartment with the beautiful girl. All the ceilings slope and you can only stand in the centre of the room.
Long ago, this would have been the servants quarters.
You can see out all across the rooftops of Paris.
Only monuments protude above the haussmanian skyline.
You can hear the rain falling close against the roof.
It is perfect.
Sometime after this happened.
Sometime before this happened.