I am back from a kind of nightmarish expedition, with wonderful intervals and very ugly depressing ones.
And soon it will be Christmas with more and more tramps in the streets, nights and days.
My favourite art spot was closed.
I could not find the feeling of rejoicing in Paris air.
Even when it is closed and deserted by artlovers there is always a street musician, here she was getting the sounds which calm anguish and anxiety.
Platée at Opera Garnier was a sunny interval, a very enjoyable one, but nothing more than a good old joke with witty dancers...and singers!
Strange that you should write that second sentence as I have been noticing the same thing here in Rome. More and more homeless people sleeping in doorways, going through the trash or in some cases just wandering.
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