Like the main character of Woody Allen’s midnight in Paris, I take great joy on walking in Paris at midnight , I have not found Hemingway , Dali or 1920’s old car to give me a ride, but I encounter little surprises and streets for myself. As I was walking home I saw the creative Paul Smith window with shoes and eggplants , who would think they go so well, no surprise as Smith’s trademark are laces on the color of the vegetable (purple), but my cherry on the cake the reflection on the bus stop, a mix of parallel Universes. It is just nice to be surprised:).
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