writing the Great Franco-Italo-American novel, natch.
Note the llama in the corner.
|Mademoiselle Flaneur herself|
on the leafy, leafy terrace!
|Carpet from Tbilisi antique shop, guitar|
from Dry Bridge, pillows from Rome, shisha
pipe from Oxford, prints from Uganda (via mother!)
Hence: pictures of yours truly in the (Almost-Completely) Decorated Flat!
|With Bear, my longtime travel companion|
and noble chronicler of adventures.
|Coffee-table book: "The Grand Literary Cafes of Europe"|
No, he's English. This means he probably will not challenge you to a duel. But he will (as he did to one would-be lothario 'in the day), "have words with [you]. At Mass."