“A Moveable Feast”

I had high hopes from Paris. Illogical, stupid hopes. I had a strong belief that I would, perhaps, find the purpose or meaning of life. In my head, it all seemed fair. Too many, literally, too many artists, writers, filmmakers have been to Paris, hoping to find some divine inspiration. And I was naive enough…Read more “A Moveable Feast”

“A Song for the Sight”

A Sunday stroll down the numerous nostalgia shops in Marche aux Puces, really makes one wonder about the transient nature of everything that surrounds us. Many people, traveling to Paris for the first time, never even visit the flea market and that is a huge mistake. Browsing through forgotten and discarded items, perhaps rotten garbage…Read more “A Song for the Sight”