is devoted to the nude. Persons are either getting
out of their kit or sharpening their pencils. This
ritual occurs in the Centre Culturel so I reacted
with alarm when Ali pointed out that Msr Pozo and
his band of pompiers were swarming over the balcony.
Investigation revealed a training session.
Some poor girl was strapped up and lowered
over the edge, squeaking.
All went very well and when the artists
arrived the pompiers scampered, pinkishly
blushing against the threat of having to
pose.
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