Paris Latin Quarter 1924
On my first visit to Paris during 1972, I stayed in the Latin Quarter. I found it to be one of the most moodily cool places I'd ever seen. It was oozing the ghosts of Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Picasso, and Stein. I was sharing a cheap flea bitten room with a guy I met on the plane. The hotel had one water closet per floor. Of course our room, like most rooms in France at the time contained a bidet and being twenty year's old and inexperienced in the ways of the world I mistook it for a toilet. Luckily, my roomie explained it to me before I could try it out.
"It's a bidet," he said.
"A bi-what?" I asked. He explained the function to me, and forever encumbered by the knowledge, I went off to wait in the line down the hall for the real loo.
Image imagined in MidJourney and finished with Topaz Studio 2 and Lightroom Classic.
Paris Latin Quarter 1924
On my first visit to Paris during 1972, I stayed in the Latin Quarter. I found it to be one of the most moodily cool places I'd ever seen. It was oozing the ghosts of Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Picasso, and Stein. I was sharing a cheap flea bitten room with a guy I met on the plane. The hotel had one water closet per floor. Of course our room, like most rooms in France at the time contained a bidet and being twenty year's old and inexperienced in the ways of the world I mistook it for a toilet. Luckily, my roomie explained it to me before I could try it out.
"It's a bidet," he said.
"A bi-what?" I asked. He explained the function to me, and forever encumbered by the knowledge, I went off to wait in the line down the hall for the real loo.
Image imagined in MidJourney and finished with Topaz Studio 2 and Lightroom Classic.