“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.” ~ Shakespeare
Occasionally one wears Shalimar. To me , it smells like a woman in vintage lingerie, eating a cinnamon bun.
“Sentimental rigor and distance — as demonstrated by the neurotic ceremony of courtly love — increase passion,” ~ S. Dali
My European grandmother feeding a piglet at Au Lutin Qui Bouffe when they lived in Montreal. Photo by Jean-Paul Cuerrier.
The setting for an extremely Film Noir occurrence. I also love the idea of a photographer in a tiny dark room set up somewhere in the restaurant, feverishly developing photos while people eat very long, 3-hour French dinners.