Light blue does put one in a melancholic mood. These blue chairs are just begging for poetry to be written in them.
How many firemen does it take to hang a photo? None, apparently. Just takes one army guy.
The people below have no clue that a fire-breathing dragon lurks above.
This sign is instructing love birds to not block the escalator. A big faux pas in Paris.
Sometimes I wonder if my love for Paris is more about my love for lettering.
Ah this is my favourite chair pic, and it’s available at the shop. (As is the first photo of many blue chairs.) I would sit in inside café day after day addressing envelopes for the Paris Letters. If you sit outside, you usually get smoked out by the smokers. But on this particular rainy day, no smokers arrived, despite the invitation of the ashtray.