Tourists are snobs. (Kris Kotarski, Paris, December 2008)
Tourists are snobs. Of course, sometimes even snobs get lucky.
Last winter, a few days before Christmas, I decided to head up Rue Lepic to clear my head.
It was cold, it was dark, and the streets were bare except for a few residents hurrying home with their shopping bags.
I walked past a window with a family eating supper.
My iPod battery died.
Place du Tertre was empty.
Plus three, with a moist breeze.
The cemetery gate looked open, which was strange for such a late hour.
I almost felt guilty for walking up and peeking in…
