Parisian Perfection

Perfezione parigina, a photo by la casa a pois on Flickr.

I have a sort of fighting relationship with PAris.
I can't really explain in words the emotions that I live since I am here.
Sometimes it's really hard for me,
it's like she is challenging me

But I am understanding day by day that it's a mask, that the real PAris is another one...
Modern people had put on her so many expections that she is just doing what they ask her to do and to be.

I like the PAris of the poor people coming from the past: working class, door keeper, roadsweeper, waiters.

This PAris is full of delight, it's simple and sincerly minimalist, discrete and sad.

This is what I am looking for.