Four years ago, I got the idea that when during my life in Paris I got a glimpse of a woman carrying a bag with a message that I found interesting if not meaningful, I would go up to her and ask her if I could take a photo.
In three months, I got three photos. The following three years, nothing. The idea had ended up in the burial ground.
Just recently, the idea reemerged. Somehow. Maybe it knew that I was finally ready to embrace it.
Here is a collection des sacs des Parisiennes.
