Emboldened by playing trotsky in front of the revolution, we wandered the rest of the floor. In a sublimely deep/shallow conversation it was noted "It would be great to see those shapes on the roof..." "Well there's the stairs...." hehe so Tony and I snuck up to the roof of the Communist Headquarters. The stairs ended on the top (7th) floor... but there was a convenient sign pointing to the terrace... universal word there. tiny cool cement winding staircase brought us up to a fantastic view of Paris and sculptural-abstract concrete um...forms. quite giddy to be up there, no real cameras on us. Spent quite a bit of time looking around and climbing up and around the mountains, snuck down completely intact and with no one the wiser....
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