End of Day
Walking downwind from a pool of a soap, past a hawker on the Promenade.
Before I die
Street art project in Torino. English in Italy.
Stroller
It was locked.
Blue Horse
Château Demonpère for wine and olive oil with Nadim. When I was young, I had a teacher named Mr. Horsefield. He was in a parachute accident and landed, alive, in a field.
Promenade Early AM
I had to go to the prefecture early.