Years ago in France alot of advertising messages were painted on public walls in bright colors. If you keep your eyes open while out wandering around, you can still see traces of the writing on the wall. . . as with abandoned cars and abandoned dream houses, there is something wistful and lovely about the fading colors and fading words, fading traces of man. . .
Monday, March 23, 2009
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