Friday, April 29, 2011

Strange cities

One night, back when I lived in London, I was walking past a homeless man sleeping on a street corner.  Suddenly, a mobile phone rang.   Was it mine?  Nope, it was his.  I was reminded of this moment the other day here in Paris, when I passed a homeless man sitting in a doorway, drinking champagne.  This is not mockery or social commentary of any kind, it's just an observation.  And I must also add that both the phone and the champagne were far nicer than anything I could afford then or now.

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