As I went to make coffee this morning, my eye caught the word sapphire on the bottle of gin I keep on my counter (I have one of the giant Costco-sized bottles / I drink a lot of gin / moving on) and I misread the word sapphire as salpêtrière.
Either I've been reading too much Freud or too much Foucault. Possibly both.
I'm mesmerized by Vicky's lovely portrait. I need a crown-veil and some medals. KV
ReplyDeleteIf you drink any more gin this evening. I will have to take you to the Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital. Just saying.
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