Walking around my neighborhood in Montmartre, Paris, I feel like I'm constantly on a movie set. Small houses, cobbled streets and lots of colors. And then, suddenly, a street musician, playing Tchaikovsky or Beethoven on his violin, or the sound of a piano coming from an open window. Couples kissing in the middle of the street, little school kids staring while munching a croissant.
Early in the morning, one day last week, I was climbing up the steep streets and stairs outside my apartement, looking for a perfect place in the sun, to read for a few hours. Since I had forgotten my camera at home, these snapshots are taken with my cell phone.