Her well-groomed head was sticking out from behind the green fence. The statue of a woman was naked and particularly white in the full moon. Birdy—the tiny white dog visiting us for a couple of weeks—and I stopped to observe the statue. I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed her before, and Birdy was surprised that I stopped again—he was excited to get back home and sleep.
There were three of us— standing still in the night—now listening to the music in the distance. The evening was bipolar: it was raining on and off for a couple of hours, and that state of affairs was actually an improvement compared to the previous couple of days. We managed to go for a longer walk at least. The distant music was surrounding us—from the front, the right, and the left. It was Fête de la Musique night—the annual celebration of summer that happens every year on the longest day of the year, on the summer solstice. Concerts were everywhere in the city, and I passed by at least a…
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