September is here, and Paris is cool in the mornings. A change is in the air. Fall, as in autumn cool with some people still wearing shorts while others are wearing sweaters and tall boots, which never go unworn in Paris no matter what the season. Not everything is open again since the August holiday just ended--but almost. The lines are longer in stores. The streets don't feel as luxuriously empty.
A few days ago, the Lone Wolf and I were walking up a rue close to our apartment in the 20th Arrondissement, and we found this on the sidewalk.
The image and text on the black background were so striking. I had to take some photos.
The black text on black asphalt is much harder to see, but the message was there...waiting for people to discover as they walked up the street.
This is Street Art, as in a graphic but silent protest. The text is alleging that guy died in the police van after having been held to the ground face down by the police.
The next day, I walked along the same street, the same sidewalk. The text and images were gone. They had been blacked over.
Here today, gone tomorrow. The streets in Paris seem to live and breathe.
All photos taken by Beth Arnold on her iPhone.
---Beth Arnold in Paris
