Saturday, June 24, 2017

Rainy Day

It was a grey, rainy afternoon that drove people indoors. This created a soft and sensual atmosphere which fell like a filter over the hidden life of man and woman on the street.

And there are only two things to do in a rainy day like this, writing or loving.

I was already writing for a few hours, so I decided to visit a whore house at the top of a hill, overlooking the Seine.

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