Day 115- Kanji and Fatso

"Coatless, and buckled into his best belt, he had, at nearly thirty, the free and easy charm and slightly plebian elegance of many an errand boy you see darting through the crowd on his bicycle, nimble as a bird in a bush. "But, in a jacket, I just look common", Maxime decided as he picked up his cat. " - Armande, Colette


Yesterday was one of the days this project was made for.

I'm very very tired. Worried, out of inspiration, distracted, beset by trivia, and still with the cold.

I took my camera(s) on a walk downtown through a side lane I've never used before.

The soft light spearing weakly through the moist fog combined with the delicious Eat-at-Joe's-place lunch time smells made everything all Penny Lane.


I ordered a ratatouille crepe from the Bretagne place that always lets me walk around and take pictures of their art. I saw a young man who looked like a character from a bohemian novel dashing, literally, up and down the sunny side of the path and darting into a narrow doorway.

The doorway was the storefront of a nearly-century-old family business.

He invited me in and let me take photos of the army-men vs. Totoro tableau set up in the showroom window. Fatso here got jealous and jumped up in my lap.


I stayed and took a whole roll of lomo shots, plus this snap and couple of others. When I offered to email Kanji here a copy, he laughed and said they didn't have email. "Everybody says, get with this century!'" He shrugged. "Why?"


I feel as new-blessed as Colette finding a new back slope of Montmartre or Lennon tripping on Penny Lane.