1:30, can not / would not sleep, a headache, drive out, and if, in Paris the night walk, hop, jump out of bed, put on jeans and sneakers, big hoodie for anonymity, and hop out, what to do, where to go, right left, up, not along the Seine, on the left, toward the center, run a little, as far as my lungs will permit, forward, to where I do not know, the Eiffel Tower behind me arms, bridge of Jena hesitation, barter or not, no, all right, cross the Seine, full of turmoil, facing deal with it, pass between her long legs, dizziness, looking in the air, feel little, feeling nothing, empty head, the drops begin to fall, whatever the weather he has done in the day in Paris at night in drizzle, continue, still ahead, nobody nowhere, smell of greenery, few cars, the Champ de Mars park, feeling the gaze of the Great Iron Lady in my back, other monuments in front of me are the eye, feeling of tranquility, some laughter in the dark, Military School, past the subway station, breathing her smell, the senses gorging Invalides, a few bars are closing, little hesitation, push or not to Montparnasse, then no, Avenue de la Motte Picquet, boulevard de la Tour Maubourg northward, away, why is it that I am, what I am, not thinking, just go ahead, get carried Wharf d'Orsay, Pont des Invalides, beside the Pont Alexandre III and his golden statues, hello again to the Seine, the seagulls squawk and crowd the boats fly, from monument to monument, the Grand Palais, question, go up de l'Etoile, already 2:10, getting late, I surely missed the illumination of the Eiffel Tower, so be it, let's go along the water, barges, end gala, odor of alcohol a passing sedan, a large window on jacket fur hat and cigar, Paris by night, bit of life on a Sunday evening, Paris 16e sleeps little adrenaline rush to start a machine in a yard on the docks, everything is in order, the drizzle turns to rain Drops of water on my face, I'm too hot, I appreciate, crosses a band of thugs, the fag stash, do not lower your eyes, do not look in the face, trace your route, are dressed like me , am dressed like them, no problem, Avenue New York, the pretty flame is there, the street with the river flows and the time goes, too bad for the Champs, so much for the Triumph, Trocadero hello, I kept on returning, back to Passy little regret for not having dared to go out farther, last cigarette before sleeping, 2:30, an hour to walk, as an aside, breathing, back to real life, it's over.
Eiffel Tower from below, lit up like it was not when I'm out ... 
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