Friday, December 09, 2005

Endless walking

I choose to accompany the subway in his road. It is beautiful, made of brick and metal. On foot, I see people, I feel the odors of the city. The day hardly has just risen. I am well; I do not want to stop.

Paris XIII : metro crossing the boulevard

Paris under the aerian metro

Paris XIIIe near the metro

5 comments:

Imaginair' said...

@Niki : Thank u for "poet". This building is for medecine. By odor, I meant that in the morning, the humidity of the fog transmits the odors of the city. So, it is easier to smell : petrol of the cars, leaves of the tree on the ground, the perfume of a woman passing by me, the door of the shop opened (foods), a bar with the coffee and the smoke of cigarets ....

Chantal said...

Too bad the middle one is not sharp. Like the idea though.

Imaginair' said...

@chantal : Yes, I shake because the cold weather and it was the dawn .. and my idea was the same, lol...
@niki : in Paris, the smell of fresh cooked bread, the hundred of cheeses, the flowers. I wait the fresh fallen snow to hear the noice of the steps.
A secret : my perfume is L'homme de Lanvin.
http://www.sephora.fr/browse/product.jhtml?id=P10836&shouldPaginate=true&categoryId=
Not yet possible to send you the smell.
... And if I miss Asia, I walk near my home in the chinese quarter to smell the good flavor of soy ... And if I want to buy any epured things, I go to Muji, the japanese shop in Paris.

tania said...

heeehe, that's the cornerof my house!!!

Imaginair' said...

@50mm : I did'nt know. I often walk by this place to go to the market ...