I had arrived too early, awakened on the coach by some noisy remnant of a bachelor’s party.
The station was cold with or without sunlight, and the pigeons tottered by on empty floors each missing a toe or two.
I stayed in a italian café, my passage bought wth a large hot chocolate. (No, nothing else, just the large hot chocolate) And as I read about a carribean paradise hell I thought of Paris. Sitting at Waterloo going to france. The band played Disneyland music while the eurostar thundered above,
shaking the toilet floor.
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