The lone guitarist scratching a living on a street corner. I feel life pulsing here. Bohemia is different to all other areas, it screams "fuck high ri...e, we don't want it."I browse through shops, drooling over all that I can't have, making mental notes of what's worth a second look. Shopping can be thirsty work, so I head off to my favourite café.The Three Monkeys is one of a kind. I love it here. It's an intimate, inviting place, a fusion of Middle East meets nana's old furniture. Walking. We laid there for the longest, and then she finally said that she needed to go home, but wanted a shower first. I said, “Sure sweet heart I’ll join you”“No you won’t cause if you do I’ll never get out of here” shaking her head “ I’ll just end up with you inside me again and I do need to go”“But” I pouted, looking at her hungrily “ I crave you”“Me too but I need to go and you need to rest up, I’ll be back” and she got up and into the bathroom she went closing the door behind her. I got. That was it. I silently scolded myself for being so silly. He took hold of the slim shoulder strap of my nightie and stroked it with his fingers, his eyes finally settling on mine. My stomach tightened, I felt the butterflies fighting to escape one again. Then he started to kiss me, teasing me. His lips danced around my mouth, kissing its corners but avoiding the rest deliberately trying to increase my longing to feel them press onto mine. I started to squirm a little as anticipation and desire. 50 a time, I fought my way through the crush to find myself standing behind another guy in a kilt. Yes, in all that throng, the first people we met were S & L, and they were every bit as friendly as they had been earlier in the day, so we spent the next hour or so following them around as they showed us all the different rooms and tried to talk over the banging techno soundtrack.I'm a fan of Einstürzende Neubauten myself, but the sound of metal pipes being banged together can get a bit wearing.