This is a castle.
This is a ruin of a castle.
This is a prehistoric dwelling carved into a rock.
This is the street on the way to the butcher shop.
This is some one’s backyard garden on the way from the butcher shop to the car.
This is my feet, the corner of a bag full of ground beef and chicken thighs, a used q-tip, and a smushed packet of cigarettes with the words “smoking kills” in big, block letters, in French.
This is me wondering how the past meets the present, how death joins with life, and how I came to find myself at the junction of all these, wrapped in the packaging of a medieval fairytale mashed-up with a Michel Gondry film.
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I love the way you did this. Makes me want to travel again. 🙂
Thank you! It’s encouraging to hear that the delirium that comes with many lost hours of sleep at least has some creative benefits. 🙂
I visited the castle in the 2nd image..:)
Nice post….
Lauren
No way! It’s right near where I live, too cool.
Clear and simple post … Nice !!! 🙂
Merci Jean-Christophe!