I’m sitting at a real side walk café, with a fake in front of me, as a deceiving image of reality, reflected in a magical urban mirror.
Sergey didn’t arrive yet, he might be now somewhere between Moscow and Paris.
It’s sultry, it will rain, probably, I’m drinking a beer.
Someone told me once that it’s the best refreshing drink for a sticky day like this one.
I have just my small compact camera, with me, the other one is still with my unpacked baggage in the hotel room.
Just round the corner, in rue de Picardie.
I take quickly this picture, to spend some time, to steal and keep with me the image of this café, where nobody will ever get inside.
Rue de Breatgne in the blessed district of le Marais, Paris France.