The train was running late. Somewhere down the line between Kaiserslautern and Saarbrucken another train had derailed and mine had to be rerouted. That added about forty minutes to the travel time from Frankfurt to Paris. After arriving at Gare de l’Est I grabbed a taxi and headed across the city to my apartment. The ride through the busy streets on a Saturday afternoon took about fifteen minutes, weaving through the cars, motorbikes, bicycles and pedestrians, passing by Notre Dame, and then heading up the hill behind the Sorbonne and then past the Pantheon, gliding down the Rue Gay Lussac into the lesser-known side streets of the 5th arrondissement. Once at the apartment, after unpacking and stowing away my photography equipment, I took one camera and happily hit the streets. Once again I was a free man in Paris, with the city and all of its energy and inspiration pulsating around me. I wasn’t on the street for five minutes when I came upon the first of many newly created examples of street art. It was going to be a good stay. And I knew that I was home again…


000 CharlieStreet art in Paris by Jérôme Mesnager. Photo taken in May 2015.


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