Cirque Romanes, Porte de Champerret

The red of the great circus tent is burning everything.

Its end of winter, an ancient heater churns out a heavy heat.

Its mid afternoon, the performance is languid, i would like to sleep.
But if i close my eyes they may fall.

A forgotten iced fountain, Avenue de General Eisenhower, 8eme

Christian Boltanski, Le Grande Palais 8eme

Rue Jean Moiner, 10eme

The Doll Mender, Avenue Parmentier 11eme

 

 A rare trade indeed.

Le Progress Bar, Rue des Trois Freres,18eme

Passed the old Progress bar we used to know well, before the trouble.


Going home but its still early, thinking about Alexander Mcqueen killing himself today. An unsettling riddle, high talent leaving.


The snow has just stopped falling but the cold has kept most from the midnight streets, the bars of monmartre glow beneath the mist like secret jewels.

Boulevard Beaumarchais, 11eme

 

A shop that sells chaos.

Chateau de Fontainebleau

Its early, a pair of swans move slowly across the water to meet us.

Its a good sign.
Maybe everything will be okay.

rue Reval, 19eme

 

I dont know what this means, I should have paid more attention, 

I should have tried harder, keep getting it wrong.