C'Est Ne Pas Une Orange!

A Parisan orange lay bang in the middle of the street. I couldn't have afforded to avoid it the orange of all oranges lost & stranded but still as big & bold & bright as a newfound sun in an unknown solar system. The soundtrack of Paris happening just off stage. Everyone had vanished except me & this orange. Somehow it found its way to my head & unravelled itself in a concentric spiral a swirl of orange peel & white pith like a Can-Can dancer's skirt. I ate it. Oblivious to everything else my first French orange.