the concrete plaza seems so simple, so bare, and yet it's constantly populated by people.
people sitting, people standing, talking or just lying around.
clustered in groups, couples, or on their own.
it's just an expanse of grey concrete, like any other. and yet it pulses with a life of its own.
what magic is this?
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i think the general lack of open spaces in Paris draws people to into them... or maybe its the colorful tubing of the centre Pompidou!!
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