Painting credit:Iain Vellacott An old record playing "Le Vie en Rose" crackled while I sipped my dirty martini on a luxurious red velvet couch. It had only been a day since I had gotten off the plane, but this place was already feeling familiar. Maybe because it reminded me of him.
Everywhere I looked I saw him. He would have loved this place. So rich in culture, a slower pace of life, new smells, new languages, a bouquet for the senses. I took another sip. I saw children outside playing with their dog on the street and imagined what might have been.
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