For once, not a night picture ! I got out of a train in this remote Bohemian village, about 60 kilometers from Prague. That was the nearest train station from where I had to go, but yet quite a distance away. And there was no taxi waiting. Nothing. I was lost in the middle of an unknown country, not speaking the language. This street corner reminded me of a Marquet painting. He often chose plain views a little bit like that, sometimes industrial areas, sometimes river banks, and he managed to give these places a poetic life. Marquet, for an unknown reason, makes me dream. And there I was in front of a street corner, with nothing particular but an interesting harmony of colors. I had a zoom lens and it was for once, perfect to slightly adjust the frame. It can never be a Marquet painting, photography will always be “dryer” than a painting…