Ok, ok...so it was a warehouse up-river from the Salvation Army, but it could have been for all intents and purposes Paris.
There are times, when the light just hits right, and you make yourself believe....that it really does kind of feel like France here.
I mean, you know, if Paris were like on the surface of the sun.....
with drag queens...and drive thru daiquiris...or something
|les portes (I like to imagine they are magic, and that you could step through into the Louvre....or at least into one of those public urinals in Paris. Better than Narnia!)|
|un blackamoor (is it wrong that I kind of want this? don't answer)|
|des lustres (is it wrong that I want every last one?)|
|les groceries que I-don't-know-what-I'll do-with -but-bought-since- they-were-on-sale||.|