Personal Notes

Parisian Wanderings (1)

Took these pictures on one of several bouts of aimless wanderings in the 5eme. I suppose this one of the gifts of the city to   souls searching for many things – meaning, love, companionship, comfort and an endless list of deeply held desires: The gift of small streets each a treasure of its own. The gift of minute hidden little streets that give you the impression that you are one of a very few people who know of their existence. An obviously false impression, but nonetheless, a beautiful and consoling one:

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