A surface of water, spreading quietly.The dark shape floating far out is a dog that has gone into the river.The man on the bank seemed to be talking with that dog, without using words.The moment tw
White cloth crossing the sky, and red and green flags.By a café window, a small paper cup and a sugar pot.Spring light drifts down even to the woman sitting on the bench.In each of these places, so
Facing a busy Paris street, a terrace where a small silence spreads.The tablecloths sway softly in the wind and melt into a tunnel of green.Can you see it?The chairs, as if waiting for someone, are
Soft morning light gently brings out the outlines of the city.People sitting at cafés, the quiet openness of a crossroads, people gathering at a metro entrance.Everyone's day is about to begin, and
A small sign leaning close to a plain, inorganic wall. It was like a secret entrance found by chance. I felt that if I stepped through, a small story no one knew yet would surely begin.PHOTOby Er
A casual message of love, written on an old bridge. The words "Te caresser" (to caress you) warmed this unguarded place, just a little. A moment to feel the unpretentious gentleness of the city of Par
