Half asleep, I am walking down the Rue des Bastignoles, searching for coffee on an otherwise typical grey Parisian day. At once, I stumble upon a wonderful door to paradise. Golden letters on black shiny ground which read: Photographie.
All by Inigo de Amescua
Half asleep, I am walking down the Rue des Bastignoles, searching for coffee on an otherwise typical grey Parisian day. At once, I stumble upon a wonderful door to paradise. Golden letters on black shiny ground which read: Photographie.