I was born and raised in the Bronx. The street was my house, my playground and it was a colorful place. The subway was the only means of transportation that I could afford and drove me to unexplored parts of New York. From the age of 12, I was a seasoned traveler, a young subway rat.
Later, in Paris, I discovered a life that reminded me of my childhood in New York and this wallet is my memory of the sweet mornings of the city of awakening. These are a glimpse of moving streets and half-awake Parisians who are starting their day’s journey.
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