If I was president…
This is funny how the title of a look becomes evident as soon as the photos are shot. So evident that it is impossible thinking about another title then! Each series tells its own story, is surrounded by a special own athmosphere, and my first one of the year follows the rule. Romano and me had dediced to go to Jardin du Palais du Luxembourg. So easy, it was located just 5 minutes walk from our hotel… we soon realised 5 minutes were actually 25. Well, let’s take the bus then. The stop was just up the street… but we had no ticket, no money and the bus had just left anyway. Wearing my Oxford shoes, we’d finally go there walking. Once arrived, the place made me naturally adopt this attitude. I took possession of the Jardin du Luxembourg, this palace where sits the Senate was mine. I was dreaming about being president!
I imagine myself being an approachable president wearing a £130 suit. Wandering around the park path, I’m even coming across my electorate – one reader and his friend – with whom we had a short but pelasant talk.
All votes are welcome as I even try to bribe two ducks, undoubtedly this is my environmentalist side. I have to finally admit it, I don’t weight enough to be eligible for such an entitlement. It is time to drop my mask. The rain makes me come back to reality. I’m now heading towards the exit, leaving my self-proclaimed President status behind the park’s gates.