Those are all pigeons. One of them flew into me and hit me in the face. A truly Parisian pigeon.
Centre Georges Pompidou. The real perk of these escalators was that they made terrifying screeching noises as you rode up them.
ART
"How do you resign yourself to something that will never be? You stop wanting that thing. You go numb or you kill the agent of desire."
They've finally developed pantyhose for all those special people with 30 legs!
This is where you go if your wheelchair catches on fire.
More art! This whole place smelled vaguely of unwashed hair. Is that art too?
Apples! They tasted delicious.
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