Wednesday, 28 January 2009
Paris froid 4
This is a view from the basement of the Basilique du Sacré-Coeur. That’s me on the horse again, having ridden up the hill to Montmartre. I’m offering up my sword to the Moon (the small white thing that looks like dust on the lens). The French Moon is remarkably similar to the English one, but they call it ‘La Lune’, after a tune by Debussy.
It wasn’t me who broke the railings.