December 26
The Latin quarter tonight, not Montmartre, actually... but a rich evening nonetheless...
decides against the Pernod... opting for a simple glass of white...
something to sip on while watching occasional cars drift by wetly on the street... skirts hurrying by under umbrellas... a cigarette tossed aside into the gutter..
Thinking of an old friend, who is no doubt busy forgetting this quiet and sensual corner... where my delicious dark rose would sometimes stop in, with a girlfriend or two...
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