Silence and Beauty
A morning walk through the neighborhood. Coffee and croissant at the Boulangerie Boulangerie. It has no name but the croissants deserve walking two blocks further. Saturday routine of dry cleaning, supermarket and domestic chores. And lots, lots of beautiful temptations in my hood, almost as good as the croissant.
Beautiful rings
Very special gold, it has an Indian type of shine.
Terrific bags
I passed by the shop in Rue Saint Sebastian and saw a dirty window with what looked like an old bag hanging from a metallic bar and a Japanese magazine showing an article about the dusty bag hanging lonely. Very artsy.
Powerful song and a new zen sport straight from California to the Parisian Marais.
No socializing, no boyfriend husband, nobody. The street and you, the book and you, the rain and you, nobody to share your happiness with, nobody to care or worry. The happiness of being anonymous and free in this big beautiful city.
Beautiful rings
Very special gold, it has an Indian type of shine.
Terrific bags
I passed by the shop in Rue Saint Sebastian and saw a dirty window with what looked like an old bag hanging from a metallic bar and a Japanese magazine showing an article about the dusty bag hanging lonely. Very artsy.
Powerful song and a new zen sport straight from California to the Parisian Marais.
No socializing, no boyfriend husband, nobody. The street and you, the book and you, the rain and you, nobody to share your happiness with, nobody to care or worry. The happiness of being anonymous and free in this big beautiful city.
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