I love these old photos of Paris rooftops. I am hoping to take a train here later next week, we shall see how if my plans materialize. Yesterday, my mom and I walked around London's Soho neighborhood, and indeed there were narrow, twisting roads. We went to Fernandez & Wells cafe to split a piece of clementine cake and each had a cappuccino and then proceeded to Monmouth for cappuccinos take two. Afterwards, we came across an art installation and decided to peak inside. The artist, Alice Anderson, had a huge amount of rapunzel-esque red hair spilling out of a window and seeping inside the front door. Inside we saw a web of this hair where you could see the different layers and knots. I read part of her artist statement and she said that memories can be interpreted as reconstructions and even become a new fiction story in their own right. This idea resonated with me because I just finished an essay for my writing class about Waltz With Bashir and I investigated the idea of distorted memory.

You can look at some photos of the exhibit here:

http://www.riflemaker.org/s-now