Paris’ Guerrilla Street Art

She was gone, the tiny, beautiful woman with long auburn hair — hair that once swept in swirling tendrils along the edge of the parks building. So too, the giant orange-and-black fish that floated right next to her. I felt a pang at the loss as I gazed at the cream-colored wall, freshly painted. Park maintenance was just doing its job, and I suppose they considered any unsanctioned drawing on public buildings a nuisance. But this was not some angry spray-can graffitti. This was art. Guerrilla art, to be sure. But art like this is one of the things that makes Paris so special. Walking down the most mundane sides streets, art can ambush you, stun you with a bolt of sudden beauty or whimsy, and rob you of your complacency. <img alt="" src="https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:770/1*fdBhYMIpRKev9rhn1vf--w.jpeg" style="height:525px; width:700px" /> The woman and her fish have vanished. I first awakened to the street art of Paris last year, and wrote about it here: <a href="https://medium.com/globetrotters/paris-guerrilla-street-art-56e14914ef9b">Click Here</a>