This morning Ruskig and I taught a class of non-english speaking “les enfants” how to paint graffiti. He focused on painting individual eyes with the 11-year-olds. Me and the 7-year-olds rocked an old school production. I let them go hog wild, so I’m pretty sure they had a lot of fun. Except for the one girl who sprayed herself in the face. But she was ok and got back to painting.
I’m sure I will be permanently banned from that town.
The return visit to Soulac was pretty wild: Parties, fires, fights and cops at old Nazi bunkers. Climbing the Statue of Liberty. An us-versus-them world cup match in the street while drinking individual bottles of wine at 3am. Etc, etc…
