A special dedication to Claude, my father who loves him so much and to Arjun, my Indian friend who dreams about it every night…

Imaginary, culinary, sensory or cultural journeys… We portray the landscape, the character, the context… it’s up to you to dream and imagine what happens next…

Hidden in the mist, the Iron Lady never completely disappears from the sight of Parisians, and young and old alike always end up finding her again with a quick glance on the horizon.

The Iron Lady likes to measure herself against the antennas on her right…

or on his left… It always stands out with elegance and consistency above the rooftops of Paris.

Smaller in the distance, it dominates the city every day like a link between heaven and earth.

From the heights of Montmartre, you can see it stretching towards the sky, keeping its four feet always well anchored on the quays of the Seine.

In the fumes or behind the chimneys of the city, the great Lady watches over those who walk the streets of the city every day with great delicacy, helping them with all her height to find their way between the districts.

At times, however, she hides, for a short moment, between two buildings because the Lady, beneath her haughty airs, is really playful.

It never lasts too long, and here she suddenly reappears framed as if by magic and enjoys turning your head for a moment of wonder.

Par Nathalie

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