The sky over Paris, in this late afternoon, is like a grey cover of lead.
It’s useless to try hard thinking over clearly, words and thoughts get sticky as candies forgot into a child's pocket.
I’m glad to walk over this low profile maze of streets, where tourists would say there is nothing worthy to see.
My feelings for Paris are always contradictory.
There are things I deeply love in its essence of big busy city and so many other elements, which make me feel like being elsewhere…
On the corner of Rue Beaurepaire three people are sitting at the sidewalk table of a little bistrot.
Nothing to do, except waiting for a possible rainstorm…