Paris from my window

One November morning, the sky above the rooftops is so vast you could almost read it.

Painted from a Parisian window, this view captures the moment the city awakens without a sound. The grey-blue roofs stretch to the Eiffel Tower, barely sketched, like a thread of memory in the fog. The white facades stand in line, sober and luminous, under a sky that shifts from pale blue to pearl grey.

To look out of the window is to accept that the landscape is at once intimate and distant. Paris here is not a monument: it is a sensation, a light, a silence shared with thousands of other windows.