To Paris on a gray day that turned sunny and hot. My first venture outside of Belgium since we arrived here. I waited a year for my residency permit and now I have it and I am gone. Feeling free. Thus began the long summer of movement.
I think I will never stop taking pictures of the insides of these train sheds. Made my way from the Gare du Nord to the Place des Vosges. Always thinking about this poem. It rattles around in me the way my own poems do.