Some brought back photos of Alsace (area of the east of France). It was in November. A soft weather, the clear horizon. A little effort to arrive in top of the mountain and to discover the castle. It was built in the Middle Ages and was restored at the beginning of the 20th century.
While seeking well, I still find the countryside in Paris. Small houses built at the beginning of the 20th century. They are very small, and gathered in a district. When I walk there, I escape very quickly from the environment of the city.
Some photographs of a very beautiful memory. An island marvellous, calm, with very varied landscapes. Here, it is the festival of the village; with flowers in the streets. It is nice (!!!!)for the cars which are condemned to remain at the garage.
I run around the lake every saturday. Sunday, it was just for a walk. We are in winter: no leaves in the trees, the boats are on the ground waiting for a better weather.
It was in May. Two days close to the channel of Briare. It is exactly a bridge-channel; it spans the Loire. Close to the channel, a shepherd with his sheep. I have a peaceful and beautiful memory of this moment.
In Paris, a place has been destroyed to create a new area (near Bibliotheque Mitterrand). Nothing which was before will stay. Howewer, some people tried to keep a few beautiful building. This one (industrial) will become the future Architecture School of Paris.
At the end of the year, the cold temperature is coming slowly. A short snow has fallen, but the sun makes disapear it. I think that to-morrow will be perfectly white.
The "Grand Palais" (great palace) was built in 1900 for the "Exposition Universelle". It is built of glass and metal. Usually, we find there exposistions of painting. The renovation work of the canopy is finished. While waiting for reopening, Paris had the idea to install a fun fair there : the large wheel goes up until the top of the canopy.
It was on the begining of december. Much wind rolling the waves, giving a color and a smoky shape to the clouds. I like to feel the wind blowing the salted smell in my face. In front of the beach, the town fade to a shadow .... I want to leave it in a boat, crossing the Atlantic, to reach the hot water of Caraibes and to stay in an other harbour for a while.
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.
Last week, I was awaked very early. So I decided to go to my work on foot. Passing by the metro (this part is aerial), I kept these pictures. It is a part of this walk. I saw a man; what is he doing alone this morning? A rendez-vous? Alone i the life? Lost ?