When she was little, I told her this garden was hers. We lived across the street from it, the Château Ramezay garden. She is now very much grown up, but it still troubles her. "Mom, was that really MY garden?" she asked the other day...
I just swung the camera around in a jiffy not to miss this one. Quirky. The story that came to mind was that he was in such a hurry this morning, he grabbed his kid's scooter to make it to work in time...
I could not resist the shot. I don't think any photographer could have just walked by. What a parallel...Bélanger's chuchoteuses looked at by real-life chuchoteuses? Almost looks that way.
You know spring is on the way when the ice is running off the fire escape! (hihi...I know it's lame, but I'm trying ok!? it's hard for everyone these days)
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