nothing really holds a roman candle to...
one way to make a bad day better...
i woke up at 5.30, quick breakfast, auschecked, train to hamburg at 6.30. got there fine. had about 45 minutes. read. train for frankfurt left at 8.00. we passed through hannover. somewhere around goettingen things began to go wrong. we arrived in frankfurt so late, after circling the city, that i missed my train to paris. so they sent me to koeln. there i had two hours, so i plied myself with a couple of koelsch or three. then got on a train that would take me to paris. at one point i was in belgium. fucking belgium.
so i get to paris 4.5 hours late. tired. hungry. disgusting.
so what do i do?
i run. up the stairs behind my apartment. up. and i'm by the sacre couer. i eat a crepe. i turn around and the city is spread out before me, people spilling off down the hillside. all the way down the random flash of roman candles red and green and somewhere off to the south, behind that tower -- you know the one i mean -- fireworks begin, early, but anticipating tomorrow.
i woke up at 5.30, quick breakfast, auschecked, train to hamburg at 6.30. got there fine. had about 45 minutes. read. train for frankfurt left at 8.00. we passed through hannover. somewhere around goettingen things began to go wrong. we arrived in frankfurt so late, after circling the city, that i missed my train to paris. so they sent me to koeln. there i had two hours, so i plied myself with a couple of koelsch or three. then got on a train that would take me to paris. at one point i was in belgium. fucking belgium.
so i get to paris 4.5 hours late. tired. hungry. disgusting.
so what do i do?
i run. up the stairs behind my apartment. up. and i'm by the sacre couer. i eat a crepe. i turn around and the city is spread out before me, people spilling off down the hillside. all the way down the random flash of roman candles red and green and somewhere off to the south, behind that tower -- you know the one i mean -- fireworks begin, early, but anticipating tomorrow.