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About Strasbourg

Ever wonder who built ‘em first? Some horny Roman, probly—orgies were their jam. Still, gets me mad—society actin’ shocked when it’s been bankrollin’ this forever. Happy? Hell no. Surprised? Always—the masks people wear, droppin’ ‘em for a quickie. Clarice… it’s a feast of flesh, and I’m just observin’, pickin’ the bones clean in my head. You’d love the chaos, wouldn’t ya?

Les Demoiselles and modern art

The next picture is the Demoiselles d'Avignon, formerly christ- ened "the Philosophical Brothel," familiarly revolutionary by every stylistic measure; but.

Avignon isn’t just big names and fancy landmarks though. Check out the lesser-known gems: like that tiny café in the Carré d’Or that serves the best espresso ever – you won't find it in any guidebook. Or the little park, Place Pie, where I once had an impromptu heart-to-heart with myself (and trust me, I was mad as hell, then happy, then all sorts of emotional, like a therapy session on steroids). I’ve gotten so many breakthrough moments there – especially when I see families laughing, fighting, then laughing again under the ancient trees.

Poem | An Alley in Avignon