Later, after eating a sandwich or sausage and chips, Alberto Blancafort would sometimes accompany me to a bar on the rue des Cannettes where the grotesque survivors of the existentialist fauna had taken refuge: there a solemn, hieratic girl, systematically dressed in black, with her face painted like a mask, declared that she lived in a damp cave with mice and called on the lost daring to try her one night in a cemetery.
(Juan Goytisolo, Forbidden Territory)
Colours in Black and White 