This is Louise holding her glass in Montmartre; the trees close to the river, my window. I keep photographing fragile things (not the tree itslef, but the wind and the sun in it; not the people but a certain moment of youth and energy). And the roots... like mine, in the water. In the last few days I had a cold and was feeling quite good except for my voice that faded and broke. It was good to be fully aware of it everytime I spoke, quite a lesson.