Paris Blues

There is a rickety old abandoned building on Rue de Lillie in Paris. It must have been a hospital back when the paint was fresh. The windows are now broken and cracks run up every inch of the stucco walls. But there is a set of double doors in front, locked tight, no handles, protecting the remains of the mysterious building. They are exquisite. Wood crafted carefully with old-fashioned medicinal symbols and coated with a blue paint more vibrant then a late summer sky. Perfectly square chips of brown show through, the work of rainstorms and old age. Click Click with the digital camera, and my hidden piece of Paris comes home with me. Hints of the city seeping through the wood.