Prague
I sat down in a bookshop to flick through a book on cinema. I seated myself on one end of a plush, leather couch on which the other end, sat an elderly man.
Having gotten bored by the pictures and the incomprehensibility of the Czech text I glanced over and realised the gentleman next to me was avidly studying a book of erotica and at the moment at which I was watching him he had turned the page to a frontal image image of a naked woman with her legs spread wide open.
