PARISIAN NIGHT SKY.

Sonya that Parisian street is still there no doubt although whether that cheap hotel is still there is another question but we were there back then the double old bed the bidet the sink greasy and the toilet well less said the better but Paris was good and we walked its streets and ate and drank in its restaurants and cafés and saw the art galleries and rode the metro sometimes for free avoiding the ticket collector and the room and that bed and us lying there the window open the street sounds and the smell of the City and I with my Dostoevsky book and you saying can't you read something more cheerful? and you lying there with your blonde hair spread on the pillow on the bed and you talking of Kierkegaard and Either Or or something about a leap of faith and you puking into the bidet after the cheap wine and I reading and saying serves you right but sorted you later that night and how we love the early morning feel of Paris the opening of the window and wow there we were in the city where Hemingway stayed and Ezra Pound and Henry Miller and others worth their salt and we kissing and embracing and making the long love with moon and stars and the night sky up above.

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