I go in with her, Hôtel des Grands Hommes.
A deafening silence covers room 52. On the walls, over fifteen lions, twice as many sheep and healthy oxen look for each other in a blood red landscape.
She explores, opens the door, switches on the lights, umps on the bed…
We can see through the window the huge place du Panthéon. The roads seems to have been caved out around the monument.
I switch off the standby light of the television and unscrew the lightbulbs.
She gets undressed in the semi-darkness. Her clothes lightly touch the thick carpet.
She lies down and I paint her.
Hôtel des Grands Hommes