Dr. Death has his own storefront in Paris.
People lock their love up on the Pont des Artes (Bridge of Art) in Paris. How romantic. But the bridge is filled with gypsy women to pretend to pick up a ring while walking next to you, and try to give it to you and then end up asking you for money. If they give it to you, throw it in the river, and punch them in the throat. (that is what I wish I had done.)
In Paris we met the collector who bought the painting I did of Deanna
for my show
in LA. It was pretty cool to see the painting again, and in its new home.