This is the place I love most in all Paris. An old woman still keep her cofee and tea shop like it was in the sixties.
It's a time gate. I can jump directly in the past.
I can feel the beauty of the old and simple Paris smelling wonderful parfumes of coffee and inspired by the atmosphere.
It´s a poor shop not clean, not fake vintage, spontaneous. Once a week i go to buy something just for entering there...
I eat nuts everyday they are the base of my plates, my friend Fanny is from Kurdistan. Her parents live in the far country they move on a donkey and spend their days working or relaxing close to the fire. When Fanny tells me stories about her country i dream of a land where simple people still find a real sense to their life working and being concrete.
The mother of Fanny gave birth to 9 children, she is working in the fields and collecting nuts from her trees. The big nuts from the circle are coming directly from her hands. I see them bigger stronger prouder in comparison from my small one taken in a bio shop... I will keep them as a treasure..
