gardien d'escalier

the mythical herder contemplates the rise of a steep climb while his baby pan watches for the lost flock...
I descend the winding stone steps and confront their trespass upon my modernist reverie...

[cozying up to greek gods in the Rue de Turenne neighbourhood, 3e Arr]

yellowbricksfloat

"My glass crushes a puddle of yellow beer against the marble table top, a bubble floating in it."*

[*from Nausea by Jean-Paul SARTRE, 1964]

...and below, the seine floats on wordlessly, ever reaching for the great big sea... 

[merci, Peter, for reminding me the name of the artist of this "shadow man" pochoir - NEMO has been leaving his mark around Paris since the early 1980's and has long been established as an officially sanctioned street artist]