Pigeons in Paris and Isa

Date: 11/8/2023

Gloomy, sense of dread. Walking around in Paris, in the 6th/7th district. I pay attention to balconies and other fancy features to the wealthy people’s buildings. Pigeons are mating everywhere! I a splendid white one, a female with beautiful eyes. Someone knows I have premonitory dreams and says something to me about it while I walk down the stairs in a house I don’t recognize. Not mine. The guy is an old man. I enter the little bathroom/powder room underneath the staircase, wear heels and look at myself in the mirror. Isa comes knocking to tell me she’s very unhappy because my uncle Claudio told her I didn’t even have one glass of wine at her birthday celebration. Her attitude gets on my nerves. I tell her “yes, because I wasn’t feeling well”.