In honour of finally (finally! only a bloody year!) finishing the synopsis to my novel, a picture from the archives of our favourite Parisian nightspot, Moulin Rouge, and a little snippet from the book itself...The last of the day’s light was flickering from the sky. The buildings were tinged with the orange and gold of a late summer’s evening. He loosened the top button of his shirt, ran a hand through his hair. In the candle-lit cool of the cafes, wine was being uncorked and allowed to breathe. He watched the bright lights of the bateaux mouches pleasure boats as they cruised towards the Ile de Cite. The golden buildings of Sainte Chappelle and Notre Dame. He hadn’t walked along here in some time. It calmed him. He took out a crumpled pack of Gauloises, lit a cigarette, exhaled slowly, watched the streelights shimmering along the Seine.
from Secret Skin by Simon Avery
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