There are essential choices to be made in life.
Cats or dogs.
Pants or skirts.
Blond, brunette, red or black (or any other colour, really).
Vanilla or chocolate.
Today, we chose chocolate, all the way.
The day started out with a marvelous sunset above the city roofs before heading into the Musée d'Orsay an hour before opening to see the Misère et Splendeurs exhibition again, this time without the masses and the space to notice the details or contemplate with the other interns the practicality and positioning of a special intercourse chair made for a corpulent king whose name I can't recall but who was a frequent visitor to the higher-end Parisian brothels before being crowned. In glass counters we discovered century-old condoms, business cards for the ladies of the night touting Swedish massages and multilingual abilities as well as small pamphlets for brothels that look identical to the ones handed out now also in the North of the city for marabouts that can cure any ailment.
|A rare sight: the Musée d'Orsay, empty.|
|Manet's Olympia, where no photograph could do its beauty justice.|
|Hot chocolate and Negresco.|
|Their signature patisserie, the Mont Blanc.|
From there we trotted back reluctantly to sit at our computers and do menial work of unimportance.
What a day.