Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...QUIET DAYS in Clichy, quiet days in Sciacca!
dedicato. Phillipe Germak, a Parigi.
Quiet days in Clichy. Quiet days in Sciacca, Sicily by Chiesa St. Margahrita, piazza Carmine at the BAR ODEON and EVERY passing belladonna wants to exhibit her thunder thighs in an avante garde suggestion of Pussy show! Lonely gals. Even the ALMOST blind Priest Panhandler...with the unproven dodgy left leg....knows which way the wind blows< GRILLO Vino Bianco! Whilst the Bottegla Albani ...Bottled Trees...give the optical illusion of giving U a nudge!....How bout dat!!!
Quiet days in Clichy, quiet days in SCIACCA by St. Margahrita, piazza Carmine at the bar Odeon...the Solar powered ancient fontana...Fountain dribble...suddenly goes into EXTRA GUSTO spraying Bar Odeon patrons with its AQUA SPERM!
People dust off its unexpected droplets. Bravoes. Gigolos. Capos! And Tourists alike all eyed/funneled into Desire, Unlearning, seated in hot sun ecstasy in imitation of the fossilized statuary that they are, possibly, in some future archeologist eye, yet to become.
Bonjour! Bonguigno! Aur revoir! Averrederci! Asta la vista! Ou sans les neige dantan. O sole Mio! A le recherche du temps perdu. And a B&W photo, 1950s all rolled into one.
Un atra, Donnatella! Send me another Nastro Azzura!
c2018,Guilio, Sciacca, Sicily.
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