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Leslie King

I saw this poster for the first time underground at OPERA metro, I think. The metro was its usual disgusting self; dirty and reeking of the man who slept to my right, overcrowded by a bunch of tree hugger tourists from Australia, taking photos, talking loudly, and some French school boy was eyeing me up.

Having just left the train and wandering through the tunnel to change lines, I was taken immediately by the strength of such an image.

As it turns out it was a poster for a play in the Theatre de Chaillot at Trocadero, called La Fin de Terres. I tried to get tickets for the show that very night.

But in the end I couldnt go.

As I stood there the words La Fin des Terres (I translated them
sub-consciously as "the end of our worlds" ) and the image swam around my head - an envelope promising oceans, skies, lands - the whole idea
made my head dance. What a poignant image.

Today of all days, I thought, as I continued my way beneath the streets of Paris

Leslie King