2025
04.22
04.22
Raindrops and light on the cafe street
Les petites balades d'un photographe parisien
In Paris after the rain, even the drops left on the red tables of cafes are poetic.
The smell of croissants, the sense of people passing by, the softness of the dimly lit lamps.
The time that passes there is quiet and gentle, like a frame of film.
Everyone walks through "today" in silence, continuing with their own day.
In that moment, I tried to focus just a little.
The smell of croissants, the sense of people passing by, the softness of the dimly lit lamps.
The time that passes there is quiet and gentle, like a frame of film.
Everyone walks through "today" in silence, continuing with their own day.
In that moment, I tried to focus just a little.
Rue de café, perles de pluie et lumière
Après la pluie, même les gouttes laissées sur les tables rouges du café deviennent poésie.
L'odeur des croissants, les passants silencieux, la lumière douce d'une lampe suspendue.
Le temps semble figé, comme un plan dans un vieux film.
Chacun poursuit sa journée, sans bruit, mais avec une sorte de tendresse partagée.
J'ai simplement posé mon regard sur cet instant.
PHOTO by Eryck
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