Christian Catafago

Just before the confinement, as I had just arrived from Buenos Aires, I had planed on taking pictures with the car-camera: Paris, emptied by fear, became as I’ve never seen it before. However, I realized I needed to move my belongings before everything would grind to a halt and abandoned my idea of roaming the empty streets and concentrated on the task instead.

It is only months later that I could reach Paris from Brussels using an uncharted new road even before the frontier opened.

I would jump from one perspective on a monument to another; Haussmann and all the perspectives opened over centuries made me dizzy with the beauty of Paris’s monuments. Some of these monuments, like the Arc de Triomphe resonated with the gravity in of the Pandemic instant, others, like the Eiffel Tower seemed like a lighthouse keeping vessels out of danger. All made me vibrate up to the small streets of Saint-Germain and leading to the Sacré-Coeur. I finally understood the feelings soldiers of the 2nd D.B. felt when entering by vehicle this city 74 years after. In my heart, either I liberated Paris or Paris liberated me.