Paris, where someone's day begins

Breath of the Streets, Poetry of the Street Corners

When I walk through the streets of Paris, my senses naturally open up. I can smell the flowers, the smell of baking bread, the paintings on the walls…

A small courtyard and a poem on the wall

A quiet courtyard seen through the glass. The plants and stone paving reflected the wet morning light. When I turned around, I saw a red…

Walking in the silence after the rain

The streets of Paris are beautiful in the soft silence that suddenly appears after the rain has passed. The light reflected on the wet cobblestones, the quiet opening…