‘Je pense à rien.  Je rêve de tout.’  The words in elegant, cursive script are surrounded by spray can art suggesting lights and movement.  The text looks as though it might be a profound, philosophical thought.  On reflection I’m not sure it says anything at all.

 

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‘I think of nothing.  I dream of everything.’  Empty headed maybe, but pretty.

The doors in this temporary hoarding in Rue Barbette are almost hidden by the lively artwork.  Nonetheless this post is linked to Thursday Doors.