the sun in paris rides a skateboard giving everyone high fives winking at a man whose wife leans out from a first-floor hotel balcony standing by a fish stall in the still shady streets of the disgusting latin quarter at 7 am having violet eyes like you-know-who and lighting the unlit cigarettes of two american boys with very serious hair wearing plain white T-shirts and then it's off going waterskiing up the seine

(All the Happiness You'll Ever Need; from: '81 Austerities', 2012)