House of others

There is a certain excitement about visiting a city and living in the home of someone else. There is that part of the role playing that involves being there, trying to find out where do they go to the bakery, and exactly what they do. 

We have been in Paris in the home of what I would like to believe: Photo enthusiasts. 

A quite peculiar home, with a very straight forward style to be described as "Vintage Collage", tons of nice magazines about Photography, design, and fashion... it was a nice place to gain some good energy, and return to Germany with a different view of the shitty human condition that we live in.