It’s freezing in Paris. FREEZING.
I braved the flea market anyway, and came upon this wax figure that embodied the feeling of being frozen solid.
Antique dealers huddled together in the sun as I stamped my feet to revive them.
One of the older men told me that I should have dressed warmer to come to the market. I replied that I was fine, that I had on many layers…and anyway, it makes it interesting.
“What, to undress you?”
We both laughed…I meant, of course, the flea market.