When the night robs the last light of twilight, the coastline is unrecognizable and the true Varna exposes itself proudly : fairs, festivals and concerts, nightclubs, restaurants, trading arteries coagulated… an hemorrhage of people!
Caulked in a Façonnable collarless shirt, emboldened thanks to my polarized sunglasses, and armed with my red camera, a Fujifilm X A1, it doesn’t matter if I look like a tourist; beautiful places and beautiful atmospheres expect to lie down on my pellicle.
Sofia is pictorial ! A Parisian gouache mixed with a orthodox unctuous painting. The air is hot; I already imagine an afterwork under Bulgarian latitudes.