Ocre. Wind and ocher ocher esparto. Ochre pieces worn by autumn. Or simply ocher ocher. Perhaps, as someone said, early spring give way to a new palette filled with warm colors and dyes. However, for the moment, Paris is still ocher.
However, sometimes, between the intersections coppery brownish color glimpses of the looming seem fearful. Afraid to disturb in any way the chromatic harmony, hardly knowing it, fail to reach parks and avenues, piers and balustrades, pavers and passersby. So, heads down on the sidewalk indigo, gray-green on the roofs or tarps edged in garnet show themselves in the streets, trying to pass unnoticed to the objectives of photographers and curious tourists. The gray mist of mourning the boulevards in the frequent rainy afternoons or jade adorning the buildings visited and admired, they become allies of the painter usual, more art dealer artist tries to capture daily amalgam size a blank canvas .
Although the target soon flooded streets and gardens, will be guest of passages and arcades, covered walkways and paved, and soon leave the ocher boulevards and cafes. Soon the city will wash your face and fall left behind. Soon, very soon, another Paris born.
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