Wen-saturday is normally a day when the house gets pulled to bits. Caves and forts and houses get made out of duvets, pillows and cushions. Toy boxes are up-ended to provide essential 'structure' to these constructions. Then, we often all escape into the wilds of the forest or the coast on our bikes.
But today it rained. And a magical thing happened. For a good 20 minuets everything went quiet. We sat and we drew and doodled. It was such a rare occurrence that I had to grab my camera and stick the self-timer on to capture the moment.
|Wednesday 17 October 2012, 10:23 am|
|Bibliothéque Sainte-Geneviéve, Paris|