The Rabbits of Angoulême

The rabbits.

The festival.

The airport.

The rabbit.

The International Festival of Comics in Angoulême, France. Thousands of comic books everywhere. Artists, agents, publishers and journalists buzzing like millions of bees. One evening I ate rabbit for dinner. In Paris, my favorite bookstore Un Regard Moderne, was closed. The Moebius strip at Foundation Cartier was unsolvable as usual. Frankfurt airport served salty peanuts.