3:AM in Lockdown 57: Gerard Feehily
Parisians Are So French By Gerard Feehily. In the first days of the confinement of Paris, there was paper everywhere. Torn documents, flyers, scraps of catalogues and magazines scuttled along the footpaths in the mid March winds. And then there were crows. Oily black, with that bouncing confident lope to them. I saw them […]