coffeetography.: A Persimmon Lip, Fragments, Paris, France.

off the rue


near Fragments Cafe

sometimes you turn a corner, to where you’re going and meet someone from where you’re going and realize, that your paths are intertwined.

there are more humans out there inextricably linked to us than we realize; that favor the rituals we also love than we realize, that enjoy a moment with culture than we realize, until we run into them on a street leading to a hole-in-the-wall establishment frequented by those with taste just like us, and then we realize, to discover yourself you’ll need to meet the world.