It is so peaceful on the ceiling!
It is the Place de la Concorde.
The little crystal chandelieris off, the fountain is in the dark.
Not a soul is in the park.
Below, where the wallpaper is peeling,the Jardin des Plantes has locked its gates.
Those photographs are animals.
The mighty flowers and foliage rustle;under the leaves the insects tunnel.
We must go under the wallpaperto meet the insect-gladiator,to battle with a net and trident,and leave the fountain and the
But oh, that we could sleep up there…
