UN VRAI CRIME!
I love going past Paris buildings and seeing those great brass door knobs most of them have. There are millions of styles and varying degrees of embellishment. Most of them are as shiny as a new penny, the "concierge" of the building surely taking great pride in the silent demonstration of her care that is evident to all who walk by.
Today I stopped dead in my tracks!
A painter was applying a coat of black paint to one of those wonderful horizontal bars that are ubiquitous in Paris. (I could tell that it was brass as the one on the second door was yet to be MURDERED).
The building does not have a "concierge" I told myself, to explain the unexplainable.
No respectable Paris concierge would allow this, I thought.
It is the end of an era I imagined, fearing the worst.
Nothing can be done. That beautiful ornament will soon look like the one below;