A truly David Lynchian small room - part of the divine, decaying, but slowly being-put-back-together-again, Belvedere de Rayon Verte; a very favourite building situated like a faded pleasure cruiser overlooking the little seaside town of Cerbère.
I particularly liked the nod to modern air-freshening - one of those splays of scented sticks in a bottle - quite incongruous against the flaking paint, naked light bulb and municipal tiling.
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