
after viewing such precise and immaculate maquettes of architectural convolutions upstairs, the brain decompresses by looking down and absorbing a scenario that shifts quickly from rational reading to contorted dream-like misapprehensions, all dissolving in a pool of murky dissymmetry...
and the rain comes and goes outside, as always in a novembery paris...
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My favourite place in Paris, but I'm struggling to see where you took this picture!
one of mine, too!
shot this from the balcony above looking towards the main entrance...
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