wood paneled family sedan

You know the story of the guy who finds an exposed roll of film from long ago, sets a limitless expectation for the content, develops the roll and is brutally disappointed by a quarter roll of underexposed nothingness?

Well this is not that story.

This is the story of a guy who finds a roll of exposed film in a Konica at Marché aux puces St-Michel, slips it into his pocket, informs the man behind the counter that unfortunately it turns out he is not interested in the camera after all, develops the film, and distills these gems from their silver hallide time capsule:

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