Running Away To Home
Posted by Robin Sparks on July 7th, 2000 | Email this to friend
Robins Sparks Is Looking For A Place To Call Home
Paris, France ~ I’m at the Web Bar, my Apple Powerbook open atop a granite table. My butt is planted firmly on a green velvet banquet; the hiss of an espresso machine and the steady pounding of a techno beat fill the room. Soft coral light caresses the bottles behind the bar where a very suave, 30-something man pours champagne and red wine for the Euro-hipsters casually posing at the bar. One of the patrons languishes on his elbow, talking into a cell phone, slowly dragging on a cigarette. A baguette protrudes from the backpack on the stool next to him. A girl enters the bar wearing tight black pants, a black leather jacket, and carrying a helmet.
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