Wednesday was a bit of a dead loss really. Three cans in the hotel, 2 Stellas & some bread & butter in the Dome. One warm Jupiler in the Taverne L’Astral II in the side street outside the Plaza, a slightly colder Jupiler in the Au D-M over the road, popped into Cine Paris for 20 minutes of Prison. Several beers in Fifth Avenue but no Inna, and I just didn’t feel any of the randiness I felt the previous night. Slim Emily was there but she went to the room with at least 2 different men while I was there, so no chance for me even if wanted to. Got a Domino’s Pizza then back to hotel and slept till 11pm, then checked out to catch the Megabus (or so I thought). On the way home now—in a month’s time I’ll be back in Brussels, en route to Berlin.