It’s funny: the things we remember and the things we forget. Some stay so close to our hearts and others fade away gradually or drastically as if they never really happened at all. We can’t choose them: there is no selecting any of it in any way. It just happen: some things stay forever and some fade into oblivion; some things that seem to be memorable and special just disappear, and others that seemed to be meaningless and completely random, sneak up on us when we least expect it. That’s the way it goes, I guess… some hidden part of ourselves seems to be making that selection for us. This memory thing is a tricky thing.
The picture, (I remember so well), was taken in the Louvre in February.