Paris Obstetrics

Here's a picture I took out my apartment window in 1982, when I was managing the cafeteria. Having the apartment instead of living upstairs meant getting up at 5:30 and catching the Métro to get there in time to start breakfast, but it was a swinging bachelor pad in the Marais, so what the hell.

The owner of the apartment was a somewhat shadowy figure whom I never met face to face. The previous subtenants (it was a summer rental only) pointed out to me that he had a stash of pharmaceuticals in a cupboard, all of them seemingly childbirth related. We called him the Phantom Obstetrician.

This image started life as an Ektachrome slide.