 The last page of the album is turned over a splash of blue... |
 The night is warm and the lights play with the water |
 Whose is the forgotten bike of St. Maurice square? |
 A book to read in the protecting shadow ... |
 Nobody is around..oh well, except the Japanese photographer on his small bike! |
 Chocolate always provokes emotions.... |
 A still evening lake looked at them skating away... |
 Awnings... |
 Through the time...I'll be watching you |
 The ice-cream parlour awakening... |
 A forgotten sentinel remains, patiently, to guard the little bridge. |
 On the church square fanciful street artists entertain the curiosity of the summer passers by… |
 What's that ? Maybe a Japanese photographer passing by, like a solitary swallow on a mini-bike... |
 A balloon made confusion between a canal and the sky and got lost... |
 The scent of the night is reflected in the canal |
 The burden of music |
 Also houses yawn and stretch when they have to get up in the morning |
 Where are all the tourists gone? |
 The balcony .... |
 Multiculturally peeping out |
 The only sound is from your steps and also they are light... |
 Before the night |
 Early morning, cycling to work... |
 How to find one's way at night? |
 If you have a balcony... |
 After the rain.... |
 At the chemist's... |
 A last ice-cream or maybe a crêpe? |
 Don't move anymore now and SMILE! |
 Late Summer evenings are the most beautiful... |
 By the tower, just downstairs... |
 Golden is the night at the Arts Café |
 Orphans of aperitif...it's nearly too late |
 From the balcony... |
 Just to make tourists feel at home.... |
 Looking for courtyard stories... |
 Ah, that balcony... |
 We don't need too much courage to sail away, knowing a lake is only a small imprisoned ocean |
 The faithful customer |
 A submerged town opens its waterworld to passers by... |
 The little dam makes the canal sing... |
 Over the arch the light of a brand new day... |
 The symmetry of a tourist menu … |
 A brand new morning, all clean and shining, like a coin |
 Early morning...A fresh jet of water to wash away from the streets face the tiredness of a long night |
 "le Péché Mignon" - ( The little Sin) |
 Over a secret arch, a cup of coffee is waiting... |
 Another little town, parallel, in a mirror dimension… |
 A small shy canal disappeared into a secret building... |
 Silent sun |
 Just the Japanese photographer and me, immediately after dawn... |
 Do little houses smile, when a gentle green canal tickles their feet? |
 Poised between day and night... |
 Once upon a time there was a little town who dreamed to be Venice… |
 The smiling, slightly haunting presence of the Japanese photographer... |
 And the rain came, cleaning all with its melancholy fingers... |
 Green is the silky carpet which leads to the lake... |
 The silent and lonely yawn of a little street |
 The lady with the yellow bike |
 Rush hours... |
 Waiting is not the hardest thing... |
 The morning was undecided as to choose between sun and rain... |
 Still is the early morning after a rainy night... |