Fountains sing their endless song with gentle voice,
too often it’s covered by trivial noise which is the leitmotiv of urban life.

It happens that, for reasons we don’t need to explain,
a sudden silence makes the fountains voice resound
and take all the space in a victorious “crescendo”




This photo is part of a series dedicated to my visual impressionf of a short stay in Paris...in transit.
Click HERE to see the other pictures