The woman who think she is a parisian roof cat…
We were told it was a legend. Some people were whispering her legend. But nobody have seen her before. A young woman, always dressed in red, should be dancing on the rooftops of Paris, usually at the end of the day. She jumps, graceful and light, from a roof to another, and swinging among “mitrons” ; these small pieces of cylindrical-shaped fireplace, often orange, which are the punctuation the rooftops of Paris, to serve as a marked trail. On a beautiful late afternoon she appeared a few meters from the Apostrophe hotel. She has left us take a photo for a few dance steps before to flee… so enigmatic.
Poetic streets around Apostrophe hotel
