roofscape.

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ending.

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the walk ended in this quiet courtyard of the école nationale supérieure des beaux-arts. 
the only sounds were the fountain, and the clappering of random footsteps.

there he is, the mystery man! let's follow him!

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- there he is, the mystery man! let's follow him!
(imagine a womans' voice with a french accent)

walking through.

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saint-germain-des-prés.

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dear friend stina has lived in paris for one year. 
she equipped us with an audiotour of saint-germain-des-prés. 
we did not know what to expect, just plugged in the ear-phones and listened. 

there we walked, side by side, and a secret world appeared. 
the french-english voice took us through small passages, narrow streets, secret courtyards. 
she told us stories about musicians, painters, writers (and their lovers), jazz clubs. 
she made us entering a gallery, an art café, and old hotel (where oscar wilde died!). 
it was a magic afternoon, a time travel, a feeling of being just us in the heart of paris.

sweet morning.

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old film.

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i bought a few rolls of old colour film that i tried in paris. 
this was a sunny day, inside and outside palais de tokyo.
and on the pretty 'impasse partout'.

i think the images turned out quite nice, but far more grainy than i was expecting. 
and the scanning of the negatives was not perfect... 
'hard but fun' she said in the photo store i go to.

lightness.

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even without the sun the light was different in paris.

italian times.

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when we lived in italy we chewed chestnuts on the streets, me and naomi. 
even here in paris, the "chestnut-roaster-man" was italian.
that taste brought back nice memories, that are ten years old by now. 

pompidou.

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chartier.

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chartier! the most fantastic place to have a long and lively sunday lunch.

three days in paris.

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in the end of january we went on a small vacation, to celebrate us becoming architects. 
in paris we found ourselves walking from restaurant to restaurant to restaurant.
three days of walking, talking, eating, and doing nothing.  

frozen.

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thank you.

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these are the last frames from åland and the very precious company! ♥

thanks to you who are visiting this place of mine.
and thanks for comments, good wishes, greetings and small thoughts. 
it always makes me grateful.

on and on.

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att cykla genom kvällen när solen sakta lämnar.
när svala vindar plötsligt kyler,
och vi aldrig varit här förut.
att leta, som att famla, men med hjul och fart och svisch.
leta efter platsen där vi ska stanna den här natten.
den måste ju ha vatten.

a silly little poem on biking, when evening turns to night and we must find somewhere to camp.