Hours ago I was in a bookstore called The Humanité, where I smoked hashish and bought eighty francs worth of antique books. And later that evening, I’d meet a man and woman who’d tell me about a gallery opening and take ten minutes to explain walking directions from the park, the place of our encounter. So after some food and wine I’d bought off a truck, I tested my sense of direction and went about finding the gallery.
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