going solo

I should remind myself more often how much motivation pays off. I took the lengthy trip from work to Gaîté, grabbed a pain aux raisins to stall my 6pm hunger pangs and snapped some fuzzy phone shots whilst waiting for the 6.30pm free doors to the Fondation Henri Cartier-Bresson to open. I could not be more glad for busting out of the daily métro boulot dodo, the Howard Greenberg exhibition was nothing short of formidable.