i dont know why - but i do. there is a fabulous little restaurant in the old town square here where i drink strong coffee and smoke. Im sure i will write some of the lyrics for Almodovar whilst i sit right here. It is run by the most adorable people who treat me like a star and are very sweet about my bad french. they smile kindly as i tell them that in london i am a golden retriever and that i love to snow in the morning.