“It is – when we find new artists and developed them. When we don’t, it can be a bit of a drag. Desiree is opening her first major gallery on the Left Bank soon, so I’m over scouting talent for her. Besides, any excuse to spend time in this city is a good one.”
They were still holding hands and for a second they both looked at their conjoined hands, then at each other. Neither made a move to break away.
“What do you do?” He asked her – mostly out of politeness, she knew. He must know she was homeless.
“Back in America, I had just graduated college. Here…I help out on a fruit stall occasionally.” She figured she might as well be honest with him. “The owner lets me sleep under it during the day, so I can be safe.”
“And at night?”
“I find places to get food. Swim. Explore the city. Amazi
