late winter

two weeks in Paris, doesn't that sounds heavenly ? the culture, the food, the trendy neighborhoods,the buildings, the art,the fashion on the street, well yes it is all that.But for me, these days, it is a sad nursing of an elderly mother who, from vibrant and concerned, has become indifferent and lost.So, here I am, in the land of cheese and tarragon,of earthy pleasures and love, running to meet civil servants, electricians, home helpers,corner bankers and the like.This time, no time for friends, just a sense of dread and panic, feeling sucked in and exhausted by the responsibility. But I had to breathe, so I ran out, walked around and snapped a few.




dusk, it was starting to drizzle, I had to rush back.