Smoking, watching people…

…at dinner time in central Paris. I see people all around – chatting, eating, drinking and, yes, I feel somewhat indiscrete, like a voyeur, yet living in the city of lights means living in perfect anonymity, so nobody really cares about being photographed, gazed at, or being of any interest to somebody else. I just stuck my nice little Canon camera out of the window and this is what it brought home, it’s a snapshot of a good life:

Some wine, some tea, some friends: it's right now, it's Paris.


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