Paris is my hometown. Paris is where travel begins. I walk around small and large streets, I come across people and places. Some persons remain in my memory like some places, marked by an interrogation on the world. Walking around Paris is already like travelling, as one can feel in all big cities, it is not made only of itself. Life from outside the city, from the earth comes to inhabit Paris. I go around Paris streets seeking where life comes from. May be it comes from this white, dusty, building, from the dark windows, from this curved street which descends towards the centre of the city, from the succession of neon signs. In a few hours, I will leave. I will go far away. It is the first time and I will not sleep tonight.
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