Cliché
The thing is, I do live 500 meter from this place. But downhill. On the east side even. But it is the arrondisement where my bed sleeps. Previously, I was even nearer, on the south slope, in the ninth, and I would climb the stairs in rue Foyatier every night. Multiple times. In winter. In summer. In the middle of the night. And still, every time,I get amazed. Yes, this pic has been taken billions of time. When I was here three hours ago, there were at least twenty people shooting the same image. A pity you can's search on geotag and time, I would be able to identify the fellow flickrites and claim there was an instant flickrmeeting afterwards.
Cliché
The thing is, I do live 500 meter from this place. But downhill. On the east side even. But it is the arrondisement where my bed sleeps. Previously, I was even nearer, on the south slope, in the ninth, and I would climb the stairs in rue Foyatier every night. Multiple times. In winter. In summer. In the middle of the night. And still, every time,I get amazed. Yes, this pic has been taken billions of time. When I was here three hours ago, there were at least twenty people shooting the same image. A pity you can's search on geotag and time, I would be able to identify the fellow flickrites and claim there was an instant flickrmeeting afterwards.