Walking.

Looking.

A colour caught in a doorway.

Red against grey stone.

A faded sign.

Worn steps.

The pattern of a pavement.

Something in a shop window.

A chair left outside.

Things not intended to be noticed.

The city leaving pieces of itself behind.

Collecting them without really knowing why.

A shape.

A texture.

A colour combination.

A photograph.

Perhaps something that will find its way into the studio later.

Perhaps not.

For now,

just walking.

Looking.

Paris.