Paris, Île-de-France, France

Mick Jagger, in a purple velvet suit

It was here that I was walking at 10AM one morning and encountered a man in a purple velvet suit. It was Mick Jagger.

There was a woman, a bit further on, who was very tall and very thin, like a chopstick that had lost its mate, and she was talking on the phone. Mick was waiting for her.

We caught each other's eye, and he rolled his eyes at me, and I rolled mine back, in sympathy, as I, too, have waited for unmated chopsticks to cease their yammering so we could get on with the day...