Leaves drifting, a reminder of the bite of Winter yet to come, a distant memory, but so close to remembrance. Heavy cable knits are pulled from their hibernation to live once more, carrying past seasons, knotted in nostalgia.

Bright light races around the arrondissements, into back alleys, and through loading zones. Tourists and locals alike stroll down the street, taking note of Yvesmark walking through the city like a beacon.

Rich tones antiqued by the Italian sun drape the walls. This is how the farmhouse greets Beatrice Salomone as she notices the light, taking in the warm space before lifting her film camera. Let's leave the city today and head into the countryside.