Paris, 3rd Arrondissement

On a hunch we headed down to Boulevard de Sebastopol. I’d stayed near there earlier in the year. Every morning I’d walked past older women in red lipstick, giant hats, and delightful lingerie covered by long furs. Nothing signifies a sex work zone like people outdoors in underpants and fur coats. Sure enough, the maps app on my phone turned up an hourly place a few blocks away. For more context visit GraphicDescriptions.com