me: walks down architecturally rich area during wind and rain, wearing my cocktail dress from yesterdays party, my red beret perfectly tilted and my hair curled just right. I have half a smile, half a frown as I walk towards the old tramway, from the 70's. My silver rimmed round glasses have water droplets on them and I calmly walk to the soon leaving tram an greet the driver. She closes the doors as soon as I enter and I walk deeper into the tram. People glance at me, curious as I walk calmly to my lone seat, leaving behind the scent of Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet. I sit down and sigh.