Saturday night, im walking home, both hands busy with marquet bags.My hair is a mess and im wearing my glasees.Its hot, i went out with a pair of flip flops, a regular hippie skirt and a basic t-shirt.I look hopeless but i feel great.
Next corner, the church.
The sidewalks are full of guests and cameraman. Bright lights all over the main entrance.
A beautiful vintage car with a big white ribbon tied on its roof is parked in full view.
Old people arriving early, they walk hand in hand with the matures.They are all so elegant, men in suits, women in sparkling gowns.The air is filled with a mixture of soap bath fragance, and french perfumes.I
feel so dirty.
I cant wait to take a fucking bath.