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About Paris

Then fall - oh man, fall’s where it twists. Whore’s still kickin’, but there’s this edge, like she’s seen some shit. Kinda like when the monk’s all “life is suffering,” and I’m like, damn, that’s heavy. Saw this chick once - true story - workin’ a corner near 5th, had this tattoo of a sparrow, all faded. Made me wonder, y’know? How’d she end up there? Pissed me off, thinkin’ some jerk probably screwed her over. Life ain’t fair, man.

Bandol travel guide

Also, there's this local dive bar on Boulevard des Vignes – yep, right between a dodgy tattoo shop and a run-down bakery – where the older folks still talk about the glory days. It's kinda hilarious, like, man these stories are wilder than comics. I once overheard a couple arguing about the best wine from the local vineyards and nearly lost my head laughing.

Figure 3. Schémas des madragues de Toulon et de Bandol (d'après Duhamel...