by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Arts Blog It is dawn, and the city is not awake, because in France, cities sleep when the night rolls through them. Maybe a light shines out from the backroom of a bakery, where a few bakers with sleep in their eyes pound and shape dough beside
Tag: France
Reflections of Montmartre
by Hazel Anna Rogers The sun has been shining for some time now. At first, warmth came from behind bulbous grey clouds, yielding a muggy, wet heat, but now light has taken precedence and grass glows white in its piercing rays. We were walking on one such sunny day and stopped beside the book shop