Canal Saint Martin. We pass through the city while the last standing night clubbers meet the early birds. We talk about how our world is, how we’d like it to be. We talk about family, future and past, friends… Time seems so unreal.
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Very “Amélie Poulain” ! Unfortunatly, there is the bus on the left…
So… poetic 😉
Pourquoi y'a plein de feuilles mortes à droite, et pas à gauche ? Superbe photo btw ^^
Que c'est beau, que c'est beau, que c'est beau……
Vive Paris !!