- Today I’m flying to my beloved Brazil. Over there I will find temperatures of almost 40 degrees of pure blue sky. My next post will be about ‘hot’ feelings surrounded by tropical street-art.
“C’est magique ! C’est mignon ! C’est très jolie!!!” You could hear people commenting all the time.
Even with the low temperatures, the streets were full of people smiling and enchanted. Adults and children were playing snowball, making snowmen, writing love messages on the soft snow, happines was in the air. Paris was like a nostalgic dream.
It’s not so often that snow covers the astonishing monuments of Paris.
I was in a contemplative state of mind, feeling an inexplicable emotion. The bliss invaded my heart in a singular way.
My eyes were facing one of the most beautiful experiences between human art and the spetacule of nature. I felt an unspeakable joy.
The characteristic Parisian roofs were even more dramatic, the edges of Seine even more peculiar.
I came to the streets and photographed street-art and spots. I coud not to lose a second of this majestic show from the mother nature, framing the open sky museum of Paris.