BACK IN PARIS

I rode my bike today, and saw a homeless man feeding camembert to some pigeons. As i passed by, i smelled his warm, parisian, clodo smell; a summery mix of wine, body odor, urine, and dirt. Later, a man backed up his car without looking and almost ran into a group of thirtysomethings, they were visibly upset and yelled at the man and pounded their fists on his trunk, nearby, a woman in a blue reebok windsuit watched with anticipation as to what would happen next.