this is one of my favorite pictures of my time in paris. it was impossible for us to pass by artisan parfumeur and not sample the fragrances on their tables outside. kind of in the mood for that kind of multisensory flânerie right now.
title is from a moveable feast. but for a long time it was enough just to be back in our part of paris and away from the track and to bet on your own life and work, and on the painters that you knew and not try to make your living gambling and call it by some other name