It is between 5 and 6 O’clock in the morning, I’m struggling
to keep my eyes open while I wander in Paris, the city still
undecided as to wake up or not. The day is breaking,
slowly taking over the artificial lights, the streets are empty,
the silence unreal. Like a child who broke into an amusement
park before the gates open, I feel a guilty pleasure in this huge
playground and fantasise that the city belongs to me.