I don’t have anything against sunsets, per se. I've just never been the type to actually stop and look at one. Especially living in Paris, land where everyone you pass is surgically conjoined at the lips, and amazingly, they’re all standing on bridges at sunset.
It’s like, suspension of disbelief. Where are all the fighting couples? Where are they hiding the troubled? The bleak? The upshot is, I don’t pine for being part of a couple. Nosiree, not in Paris I don't. I’ve got news for you: these happy people are robots. Bo-ring! That's why I pretty much walk past bridges at the clip of an Olympic trainee in a leprosy ward. Hope you can't catch it just by looking at 'em.
But I had to take this sunset picture for you Wednesday night. This picture would be totally trite except for one key fact: it was taken at 10:00 pm, well, 9:50 pm to be exact. I always walk from giving an English lesson near Place de la Bastille to my Latin Quarter home--I do this every Wednesday--and normally it’s pretty dark by the time I approach Notre Dame. So when I saw this pink business I said, Well that’s new.
I had to ask a man passing by what time it was precisely, so to be sure and get it right for the internet. It takes a lot of finesse to ask for the hour (in a manner that doesn't sound loaded), as a girl standing alone on a bridge, watching the sunset, so I did the only natural thing which was to be brusque and avoid eye contact. I swear I thanked him, but he walked away saying, “Vous avez au moins compris?”
Guess he more or less got the picture.
You know what interests me way more than sunsets or interpersonal communication? Spying. And look at what I spied when I looked down. Now these are some people I’d like to party with.
Don't they look like they're having fun? From what I could tell, none of them were part of a stinking couple. And they didn’t pay any attention to the dipping globe of egg yolk cheesiness in the sky.
I know what you’re thinking and I will not get a cat. Not over my dead body.