On the edge of Paris.

We were supposed to have a quick coffee while waiting for everyone to join and then to head to the vintage market. We ended up sitting down during two hours at that old terrace, looking at the passers-by, talking about God and the world, soaking up the early spring sun. Felt like being home, at last. And then we had a walk in this world apart - it's always the same stands, always the same random stuff, always the same people, but it's always like taking a break with reality for a bit.

They say the very north of Paris isn't safe but it may actually be the most human place in the city.