“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”
– Ernest Hemmingway. A moveable feast
Didn’t touch a skateboard. Didn’t think about surfing. Disconnected for two days. Saw Galleries. Markets. Locked eyes with pretty girls in the park and then looked down and right with a coy smile. Dressed up a little and ate in 56th floor restaurants we couldn’t afford. We drank white wine at lunch, then beers on the river seine, and then negronis before spending every last cent we had on whisky sours. Engaged in the timeless tradition of sitting at a cafe drinking black coffees and smoking too many cigarettes. Conversed. Debated. Stumbled down cobbled streets. There’s more to this.
So we’re going back. With some special guests. #eurothrash – coming soon