Kevan Smith - Lose

To lose a precious print!  Can, can we find it?  Frantically racing around Montmartre, all laneways, side-streets and a massive la trek.  We run back and forth when legs are not young and shoes are not trekkers.  To lose my Toulouse means we have to la trek for Lautrec.  I misplaced my print in one the le cafes or le bars, as we sipped strong coffee and weak beer, just to experience bohemian culture.  We stand out like elephants in tuxedos on a crowded iceshelf of fairy penguins.  But, Paris by night is to lose yourself in sparkling fairy lights.