We return to Denver, a few hours on the road across the Rockies. These mountains take on a still more mystic dimension at nightfall... And now we're back again at Chris' apartment.
Home sweet home... Chris returns to the comfort of his old armchair, in which he falls asleep each evening in front of the TV, this after tossing back some beers and wolfing down some pizza... a pattern that is actually not entirely unknown to some of my evenings in Paris... I like the simplicity of our stay together, and I realize that I rarely meet people as generous as this guy...
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