
Rain on blue asphalt, from the the gutter see the sky, pink and burgundy rust and cracked wall abide in beautiful decay.

Rain on blue asphalt, from the the gutter see the sky, pink and burgundy rust and cracked wall abide in beautiful decay.

Outside St. Sulplice in black by angled shadows of the 4 o’clock sun, on a street corner of St. Germaine.

F. Scott’s optometrist’s eyes in the sky look down on Paris.

Ecole des Beaux Arts , eyes and great hall filled with light and delicate shadow.

Light on the Seine where wall holds in people of the Isle and solitary tree entreats the sky.

“Spirit flies behind the spires of Our Lady above the black and white striped youth of Paris”

The caption reads (in English )” i am going to Hell. Who is coming with me “

Charles Bukowski ..alive and well and living on a wall in Paris .

Serge Gainsbourg’s Residence