Joe's Story

The growing pains of a teenage boy


28. Together sc

Chapter 28 Together 

   Sex, sex and more sex. To say I needed a rest from it, was putting it mildly. At first having it on tap had been great and, like a child in a sweet shop, I couldn’t get enough of it. Normally in a hotel we would have to leave the bedroom for it to be serviced by the maid. But living in our own apartment made the difference. Not only did we do it in the bedroom when we woke up and when went to bed, we now could do it in every other room including the kitchen where you could hardly swing a cat.

   Last night was really something we did it in public. It had been hot and I had just had a cold shower and was only wearing a towel around my waist. Sam was on our balcony lying on an inflated Lillo and, somehow, one thing had led to another.


It’s amazing what one learns when actually living with someone. Today Sam wanted to stay in bed and sex was off the menu. In fact, she asked me to leave her alone and go out and take pictures. 

   Over the last few days I have taken lots of photographs of the various sights we had visited. Most had Sam in them and several were selfies taken with my camera phone, but on looking at them on my laptop, I soon discovered I was no Rob. They were nothing special, in fact, I could have just bought a post card. 

   So today, when Sam asked me to leave, I decided to try and take photos that were different. I had got to know one of the artists in Montmartre and he had told me of their secret. The paintings they sold were first silk screened on to canvas and then sections were painted over by hand so giving the tourist who bought them the impression that they were totally hand painted. This had given me an idea.


   It took a few days for Sam to feel better and get back to her normal self. In the meantime, I took lots of photos. A few were taken as though I was taking a panoramic picture but instead of stitching them together. I put them together in a David Hockey style presentation. Then using my laptop and a combination of two photographic programs, I produced some great pictures. 

   Sam, when she saw the photo of the Pompidou centre on the screen said, “It’s just as if I’m there and I like the way you’ve captured the men high up on the outside cleaning the glass it looks quite dangerous.” 

   She then moved on to the next one, showing men cleaning the windows of a house using a very long pole. They were standing on the pavement reaching up as high as the third floor windows.  I explained that I had spoken to the men and apparently the rods were motorized extendable tubes and had a water supply system attached. 

   The next one was more bizarre. I had captured in the photo a sofa being delivered to the fourth floor of an apartment building. The picture showed the sofa hanging suspended in mid-air with a group of people watching, and men holding the ropes attached to it. Apparently, they were using the hoist that most of the older buildings had, for delivering to the upper floor apartments. According to someone I spoke to the stairs were too narrow and had to many bends for the sofa to get around. After looking at a few more photos, Sam suggested we send them to the travel club magazine.   

   For the next few days Sam and I took the hop on, hop off, tourist bus, where we could listen to the guide explaining the places we were visiting or passing on the way, giving Sam an idea as to what to put in her written article, rather than just lifting it from the guidebook. At the same time, it gave me the chance to take more photos. I especially liked taking photos that showed how the French way of life differed from ours back home.


   It was time to move on. Sam and I had stayed almost a month in Paris and had visited most of the tourist sites more than once. We had fallen in love with Montmartre high up in the hills just outside central Paris with its village-like charm. Of course we had seen the places where the famous artists had lived and had visited the Moulin Rouge where we saw a Can-Can performance.

   If we weren’t careful we would stay here forever. Just before we packed up to leave, Sam insisted we visit the “I love you” wall. This stands at the centre of the Abbesses garden and, according to the guidebook, it has the phrase “I love you” written more than a thousand times in over 300 different languages. The wall was created by two artists as a location for lovers to meet. She wanted to take a selfie to send to our friends.




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