I was walking along, hands in holey pockets; my overcoat also was entering the realms of the ideal.


'Ma Bohème' (1870)


I was walking along, hands in holey pockets; my overcoat also was entering the realms of the ideal.

I was walking along, hands in holey pockets; my overcoat also was entering the realms of the ideal.

I was walking along, hands in holey pockets; my overcoat also was entering the realms of the ideal.

I was walking along, hands in holey pockets; my overcoat also was entering the realms of the ideal.