I took this from inside the face of a clock.
I was visiting the Musee D’orsay in Paris, France when the gallery tour lead me to a dead end and the back of a massive clock. I’m not even sure if it worked. I never saw any moving pieces or mechanisms. I didn’t care what time it read.
Time seemed to stand still momentarily as I stood there staring at it.
My time in Europe was coming to an end. In less than a week, I’d have to give up my daily routine of exploring new cities and fly back home to Canada.
It didn’t matter. I was still standing in a foreign country, in an art museum, inside the face of giant clock. Somewhere that I’d never been before. Somewhere that I might never see again. I checked the time.
I was thankful.