Even in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, The bourgeoisie of Paris, Hang out their dirty linen. To dry. In the public street.
The river has burst its banks and armed police parade its flanks. It seems nature and man have turned against this once great city. But in the shadow of the cloud a woman and a man walk arm-in-arm and smile. And out of the cold city dusk I feel the touch of their warmth in... Continue Reading →