Do you ever ask yourself the question, ”am I doing the right thing with my life?”. Well I do, and I can tell you that it’s a pretty hard question to answer.
Just when you think you’re in the right place, mother nature turns the earth and you’re lost again. I have the feeling that I’m stuck in a maze. I know where to go, but I can’t find the right direction. Art school is teaching me all new things, but please believe me when I say that I’m dying for some more sleep and a little less stress. They are killing me over there!
Most of you know that my dream is to study for a while in Paris and gladly my school can help with that, so I know where I’m fighting for. Still I feel very sad about the fact that I don’t have any time left to write about my biggest obsession in life…Paris. I miss you guys so much, I love writing for you and share everything I know and discover. You guys are amazing and have left so many great comments on this blog that kept me motivated every day ♥
Sometimes I dream about my future. Living together with my lovely boyfriend and staring out the window with a little cat next to me. I still want to work hard. I want to write, draw, talk, read, learn, teach, edit all day about Paris. Share my stories and feelings about this beautiful city till the day that I die.
The only thing I have to do is to be patient and remember that we all have to work hard to achieve our dreams and that’s not a bad thing, only a bit frustrating sometimes ;) So, am I doing to right thing with my life? I don’t know jet, but I hope that I can answer that question in a few years…
Again, apologies for the lack of posts, If I have found a little time I will think of you. Do you guys think to me then?
Sweet dreams everyone or a really good morning ♥
Sorry for the bad quality of the photo, I took this one with the camera of my phone. Let me tell you why!
After exploring a part of the 18th district in Paris and photographing lots of tourists and African woman at Tati, I thought it was time to go back to my hotel. The nearest subway station was Barbès-Rochechouart – a pretty big subway station where many things are going on (always watch your bags and belongings)
My eye caught immediately a large group of street traders. With my gullibility, I thought it was a rug market or a little flee market. Then I thought ”Oh wait… it’s Paris!” Most people here don’t know the word ‘legal’.
When I looked more closely, I knew it was illegal. It was too well organized and too rushed to be legal. They had 3 people who were on guard and the rest were all busy streets traders. If anyone was interested, the deal was closed within one minute. Everything had to be quick, quick, quick! For me it was really cool to watch. All those shadowy figures looking for cheap stolen goods.
I grabbed my camera and walked towards the fence. Until I was stopped by an African woman. She warned me to stay away from those people. They didn’t liked snoops because they’re afraid of being caught. She knows the area better than me so of course I followed her advice. I quickly grabbed my phone and took a snapshot of the crowd. I looked from a distance, and then I heard one of the guard yelling. People moved, stuff got packed and a whistling kettle was the last deal. Before the police arrived at the fence, everyone had already left.
Parisian street life is a spectacle ;) If you want to photograph something, be quick but most important always be careful.
I love to walk along the bouquinistes in Paris. Besides the fact that I rarely buy anything, I really enjoy them :) I once wrote a post about the history of the bouquinistes. It’s an impressing story, did you know they have existed for 400 years?! Click here to read about it. I hope you enjoy the photo! A really good morning or sweet dreams for later ♥