LATE PARIS JOURNAL

My post travel sketches I made to remember all those parisian moments.

Cinematic loft at Montmartre.

Le Pure Cafe.

Charismatic Erard piano.

Jardin De Luxemburg.

More of Jardin De Luxemburg.

Endless chairs.

WINDOWS OF KADRIORG

It was the place where I've grown up, vast park with trees a couple hundred years old and dozen wood houses. At first glance they seem to be quite the same, but if you spend more time you will notice some slavic patterns, some northern simplicity and million stories.  Houses are changing constantly by getting complete renovation or continue being damaged by nature. Anyway it is the place where I belong.