I did search for it. Being in Montreuil on this day was wonderful. Once away from the last metro stop I was traveling again in a foreign land. France, perhaps, the majority of people were African. At many views through my camera the sun silhouetted the structures, shining around them, magical color of sun. I could have been in Africa. I saw a new suburban architecture, old village still there. I tried not to lose all site of the old. When new project apartments mixed with familiar blue sky and saturated store signs; the fear and tightness of being in this world struck me.
I found beauty and freshness here though. I found a place to make a mark too, although I did not find the Loubet building; a wall, which surrounds part of the east side of a field where men played soccer and ran. There are a few cut outs in this wall, one being about 115 inches in width and 5 inches tall for the most part. There is a grander hole however on the further right side of the cut out where the height reaches 12inches.
I could fill this hole with copper. Just a thin slice mimicking the shape of the cut out.
This copper would glisten like the sun I saw today. It would make an added monument to this place of hidden treasures.