For some time now I’ve noticed that I’m quite obsessed with windows… there’s not even a single trip where I don’t make a photograph of a window.

Of course, I knew it, it’s just I’d never truly thought about it until recently…

Anyways, these are from Bordeaux:

Secret passegeway

The sound of his voice, the taste of that wine, the sun and its brightness, a distant laugh, new dreams, new hopes … and a photograph can all be found in secret passageways.

El sonido de su voz, el sabor de ese vino, el sol y su brillo, una risa lejana, nuevos sueños, nuevas esperanzas… y una fotografía, pueden estar en callejones secretos.