Lynch midinette
Sleepdeprived, I can’t walk, I can’t think, but I can still findmyself ten feet from genious David Lynch in a sunny Paris. Write 7 pages of my thesis. Try the traditionnal bristrot Charretier, which is a world in itself (1700 customers a day) , finally enjoy inglorious bastards after being a bit scared to see it (I hate tarantino, and the concept of a western in occupied france spooked me), and now I shall get ready to interview a wonderful writer tomorrow.
yes I was so tired that I was shaking, also a bit surprised, and I am an awful photographer with an awful i-phone, bute there it is:
Mieux vaut voir le génie de dos!
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