A room in Paris.
Hotel Les Trois Couronnes.
The three crowns.
But it is a run down hotel with not one crown deserving.
The wallpaper coming off the wall.
Objects of former guests on the floor.
The TV only showing 3 French channels.
The WIFI confused and hesitant.
What else to do than to get a bottle of Marques de Caceres and have digital, interstellar cyberspacing orgasms through MSN with the Mexican senorita in her office coming when the boss is not looking?
Tomorrow is another day with meetings about “The most beautiful people in the world” with Robert Delpire, the publisher.
And with Baudoin Lebon of the Gallery about the PS-series.
And a dinner with the famous French documentary maker Bernard Martino.
That will be a red day.
Let’s have it blue now.