Sometimes, Paris can be the weirdest place in the world. Last week end I saw this pulley while I was coming back home, outing from my neighbor window …. No no no no. It’s not my closest neighbor. This guy is not in my building. He’s a few buildings away (1 block actually).

Second floor.  Ok maybe he was doing some refresh in his apartment. Wrong! The same pulley was still there the day after and until today. Do you think he uses it to take up his grocery shopping? How does it close the window? It’s still 60 – 70 °F out there.

I wanted to show you this wrought iron handrail and shutters. It’s Paris typically. This one is in a poor state. But lots of buildings are that way. It’s like a poem eventually. I may imagine someone crying behind this window.

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Author: Gaelle