| Au revoir loyalement ville This is such an intellectual awakening. Has the scenery been this beautiful the entire trip? Why am I burying my head in a book?! Pull over and let's look down. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? You have? I see. Free tours. Refurnished barns with paintings and ladybugs. Creepy guide...should have British accent. Calls me Selma and touches me. I prefer the period of portraits done in Munich rather than the landscapes. What a beautiful church. So beautiful. How I want to go inside! Oh God...the smell. I'm going to cry. This is how churches should smell. I can smell years of mustiness...years of hard-backed, carved wooden pews holding up the tremendous weight of many believers. Try not to touch anything. I had to touch the windows. They're so dusty and warm. I'm going to cry. The stone is so cold. New blue carpet...too bad. Squeaky floors...look at the bowl. Someone died on March 31, but there's no holy water today. Oh I love this. I'm going to cry. Why am I so overwhelmed? Look at the beams in the ceiling. There's a man. Explain yourself. It's fine? Good. Lit candles. Two Jesuses (Jesii?) on crosses. So gruesome. Come back tomorrow and take pictures, yes? I'm going to cry. How can I place these buildings to make a good picture? Go to the Den. Condoms and sweatshirts. CDs...any Ywngie? No. Wonderful gyros in a dumpy place. Tip him generously. Baklava to go please. Coffee in a dingy international market. Have with night's collection of Middle Eastern pastries. Smell of Windex? Oh, bleach. Too strong. Motel on the edge of town. By the abandoned Fisherman's Dock. You reek of aftershave, sir, and a bucket of ice, please. Grabbed a Subway in the middle of the night. Why? She wanted one. I know, broke our promise. Fall asleep scared. Miss you. Dirty tables. Everything is a shade of tan, pink, and blue. Girl gets more bagels. Fifth cup of bitter coffee in twenty-four hours. Doughnut the size of my hand. Phone number for Alec...scratched off. Wander about. Time to go? I don't need it. My legs hurt. He reminds me of another limp-wristed Kevin I know. That's great. What a long hour. No, I don't want the appointment. Fill out the form. Check your watch. Smile politely. Check your watch. Adjust pants. Check your watch. Aggravate a hang nail. Check your watch. Shoot mother a dirty look. Check your watch. Stand up and rub feeling back into butt. Two units for tour/one and one-half units for appointment. Three and one-half units of time wasted. (No man is an island. Discuss.) Pictures, please? Thank you. Snap. Proposal. Get out of my way, damn it. I hate couples. Move. Move now. Seriously. Snap. Watch your thumb. They're gone. Snap. I want my dog. |