September 25, 2014
Paris, Sunday September 21.......really? Families picknicking, some tourists strolling, lolling figures on the grass amongst the leaves and dappled light, a meet-up scavenger hunt.......people dashing to check behind the sculptures...................
Waiting for that rendezvous, did I explain which place clearly? God I hope there isn't more than one purple bench.
A good place to wash your pants, T shirt, and dry them in the sun. Not many people around midday in the week. So many benches to choose from, the sound of cascading water blotting out the city thrum.......god I can sleep.
Athens, late in the afternoon...............is that what it is, maybe, feels like it, the center of town, there must be ruins somewhere, I'm sure I've been here before.................what was that Italian town with the park in the middle?.............dear.......do you remember?
Quintessence, quintessence, is that the word you used? So, so.......pithy.
It's become many places........becoming. So, so, so New York! All the modernists scattered about, bohemians.......well, once...........mingling with the avant-garde, you must see it dear, I sent you a postcard.