The Floors of Paris

Paris is practically a cliché of beauty and design seemingly everywhere you look, even under your feet. I love old tiles, the gorgeous handmade patterns; the way tiles get replaced so they don’t match, or the way they crack and break. I like to wonder about their age, what kind of people walked on them, what was spilled on them when they were the flooring for the old butcher shop, haberdasher, tailor? If only the floors could talk.