Summer is over. Completely it has gone without any trace of its existing. I think it's all right. I love autumn, too. When the night comes earlier it's time for philosophers. (Who said it before?)
Walking along the sidewalk, where there were plenty of fallen leaves spreading out I was wondering whether there was still the sun making the strong contrasts between colour tones in Aix en Provence, the hometown of the artist.
Here again. It's time for philosophers, students and street cleaners.
And I'm working very hard.