Monthly Archives: September 2013

stories from paris #1

The subway was filled with all kinds of us – the business suit types, the torn jeans types, the elegant dress types, the hot pants types, the black rimmed thick lens types, the aviator glasses types. Yet, I chose her. She stood in a corner, critically evaluating her reflection on the ceramic plates.

“Can you tell me the way to Moulin Rouge?”

She smiled strangely and asked, “What are you looking for in Moulin Rouge?”

“Stories.”

“There were a few in the past. There’s none now.”

“And why not?”

“Because Moulin Rouge, then, was art. Today it’s just plain business.”

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