One photo a day until I meet Jonathan Harris

12th March

I live in a street just behind this statue of the archangel Saint Michel. Because the entrance of the metro is just to his left, I walk past him on my way to just about anywhere. Increasingly I find that I'm unable walk past without acknowledging his presence. This could be considered strange behaviour on my part, because I'm not meant to be a superstitious kind of guy. It could simply be due to the fact that he forms centrepiece of a stunning stone and marble fountain, or could it be something else? On days like today, when there are plenty fears whispering in the wind and doubts chipping away at my resolve, I wonder if its not something else that I'm seeking as I look up and try and catch his eyes for just a split-second before I continue on my way.

"Doubts?", you ask. "Fears?"
Well really, "A photo every day until I meet Jonathan Harris" - its a ridiculous idea. And even if I was to meet him, what then? It might turn out like the time I felt compelled to track down a certain world famous DJ to tell him about another one of my terribly important ideas. Talking my way past the entry gates after one of his concerts, I shouted to him as he was packing away his records, "Hey! Have you seen that movie Amadeus?" Shocked and surprised he looked up from what he was doing. "Amadeus?" he said, "I love that movie!" My heart soared as I thought we might really be on the same wavelength. "Yes!", I continued, "I think they should do a remake, but in modern times, you know, with DJ's and nightclubs instead of pianos and concert halls...". He stared back at me blankly. "Errm, yeah, ok." he said, unconvinced, and the look in his eyes seemed to change from "this-is-interesting" to "this-is-just-another-crazy-fan". The bouncers somehow picked up on this because it was only moments later that I felt their heavy hands fall on my shoulders and engage in the process of 'politely' ushering me out. Needless to say, it wasn't the kind of experience I would like to repeat. So I'm asking myself now, "Do I really want to go through with this project?"

Maybe I should ask Saint Michel what he thinks.