The Eiffel tower… an extraterrestrial intricate structure landed on Earth directly from a space opera, its iron lace dress freshly decorated with a shine of colorful ballroom lights, is celebrating its 300 millions visitors over many years of stardom life. But under the tower, everything is normal for a midnight on a September end: a park full of cheerful people, mostly younger groups singing together but also many quiet passersby, gawkers like me. The autumn did not reach yet its full power so you can still buy cold beer from dark clad enterpreneurs carrying refrigerating bags. And, the street merchands still have their rugs everywhere, chatting loud with each other, recommending you miniature towers and tossing flying lights in the slowly chilling air.
I had my beer only back in the hotel, a local blonde ale with a nice grapefruit zest hops aroma but an unpleasant sting right after that. Hmm, at least I tried.
as a prompt "Sulla and Al talk Gender"