After losing my virginity on the beach in Saint-Cyr-sur-Mer., Alyssa and I stayed up the rest of the night. While kissing on the beach, watching the sunrise, and waiting for the bakery to open for breakfast we had left our belongings near the steps that descended to the beach. The garbage man came gather them and had them disposed. I lost my shoes. While walking with her barefoot, I couldn’t help but feel the poetry of the moment. It reminded me of Moses and the burning bush and all the symbols of vulnerability and sensitivity that being shoeless conveys.