High Contrast Grey.

I wander the Paris streets on my own. The city of light lives up to its name.

I give an explaination for leaving the others at the museum for wanting to find the “art de le rue.”

Une flânerie in a radiating spiral. Letting my eyes work like magpies and wander towards the shiny and the pretties.

An store of faux antiquities.

Cheap knockoffs being sold on the street right next to the expensive department store doors.