Walking in cities, ready to encounter, be it on the surface or even underneath.
This time in a French community, touched by sights of Arabian life. How far can you go.
Happened to be pulled in a mosque by an Imam.
Then: focussing on traces of Arabic life in ghettos, bars, streetlife.
Parcours of being thrown out, being accepted and being welcome. Felt the gap.
Pictures are a chance to experience and witness life.