Road to Elsewhere, Excerpt #34: Naked Architecture, by the Seine in Paris

She was semi-nude, and I crossed the river for a look-see.

My friend Seamus was my ally in time-denial, in Paris. 

He was a young man of many appetites and a success at slaking them, while my Puritan yips inclined me mostly toward delay and terror. 

Which calls to mind another erotic encounter on the streets of Paris. Typically for me, it occurred at a safe distance. I was walking along the quays along the Seine …