Mannequin heads only as bodies got damaged (Paris Flea Market) = can you imagine being the night security guard here ? He has to use the minimal light from his low powered torch to walks round here in almost pitch black darkness, with just the faces staring back as the torch illuminates where he patrols !! -★-
I want a journal like this!!! To sketch memories and write them!! It will be like my own little book about me! I could write my thoughts and feelings down and draw something to go along with it! And I could keep it to myself
Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris.
The coastline of Menton, France, seen from the Quai Impératrice Eugénie. Menton is a lesser known little town on the French Riviera, just before you cross into Italy, that beats its glamorous neighbours in charm and ambiance. It has a beautiful bay with houses in an array of warm tints spilling down the hillside to the sea. The view reminded me of pictures I’ve seen of Cinque Terre in Italy, but Menton is a lot less touristy (you can click through to the blog post for more photos)