Saturday, March 24, 2012
The Aeroport is overloaded 2 hours to pass immigration.
My cab driver is a happy Sikh he has 5 children. He tells me is a needy man and so must work all the time.
But now his eyes are drooping with fatigue.
Everytime we pick up speed I watch him carefully in the mirror.
Posted by Studio Procter at 11:29 AM
Friday, March 23, 2012
Sunday, March 04, 2012
I am in a snug/warm attic apartment with the beautiful girl. All the ceilings slope and you can only stand in the centre of the room.
Long ago, this would have been the servants quarters.
You can see out all across the rooftops of Paris.
Only monuments protude above the haussmanian skyline.
You can hear the rain falling close against the roof.
It is perfect.
Posted by Studio Procter at 5:12 PM