On The Town

Walked down St. Antoine to pick up some lunch. Came across three sailors, all in white, at a pay phone.

They were real sailors, not gay guys dressed up as sailors*. Real ones.

For 5 seconds, life was a Gene Kelly movie. It was pleasant.

(*Don’t try and tell me that’s passé. Every day I go by that Jean-Paul Gaultier ad featuring the guy in the sailor cap and all the tattoos. Nothing has changed since Querelle.)