The crooked houses between n°22 and n°26 seem to lean against each other, as though they had their own definition of balance.
Between n°23 and n°24, you can see a tiny little garden hidden away in a corner, halfway up the wall. If you don’t take the time to contemplate the organized chaos of the facades, you might miss it. The greenery almost appears to be dancing, winding between lanterns and pots hung higgledy-piggledy around a window. Every now and then, a bird will settle for a few moments on the fine shrubbery.
Let your eyes wander and take in the details of the sculpted woodwork on the townhouse.
Every now and then, you can hear music streaming out of a window on the second floor next door – a percussionist playing his instruments by the open window. Curious passers-by stop on the street to listen as he plays: the chimes, the xylophone, the cymbals…
The façades are undergoing renovations soon. Let’s hope this place will retain it’s magic once the work is done.