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2002-12-06 || 11:27 a.m. || twenty-six miles across the sea european holiday is waiting for me || european holiday disguised as a fifty-two mile round trip. we'll board the ferry with tweed coats and scarves and flower-print suitcases, phony accents, world-fair era cameras and hairdos, and disembark to the sound of our heels clicking on the rotten planks of the pier. there will be art deco arches of the casino and peeling paint and chipped gild filigree, sea salt, candles and cobblestones and sand collecting in dress shoes, night blooming jasmine and ruins of hollywood sets. ghosts and soundtracks and echoes in caves. red wine on a checkered table cloth. nevermind the beer ads and bikinis and parasailing offers. forget the life's a beach t-shirts and southern california-brand winter sunburn. set your hat at a jaunty angle and make that face belmondo makes and whatever you do, don't look to the horizon in the easterly direction. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |