Paris est une fête

So I crossed the bridge Pont Neuf, which Ethan and Julie had walked. Threw a memory into Le Seine and made a wish. Walked down the stairs, which Darren Hayes walks down in the video ‘Truly Madly Deeply’. Had phallic fantasies while looking at the Eiffel Tower. I entered the Sacre Coeur and almost cried. Felt more at ease inside the Notre Dame. Donated 2Euros to the Jeanne D’Arc statue, lit a candle to bless the ones I love. French people look neat, slim and pretty. Wish I was a dancer at Moulin Rouge. Got lost in a labyrinthine shopping centre. Found a damaged French book, which I am keeping. Saw suckers queuing up at Abercrombie & Fitch. Too much French baguette and Camembert, I feel bloated. Now having a smoke in the garden outside the senate-house at Luxembourg station, dehydrating in the sun. (Hayfever is killing me.)

But after all it’s not a feast, it’s just a test. And I’m glad it failed. Nothing can stop me now.

La fête est ailleurs.

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