（The letter on the picture means "Dream"）
I've been traveling as back packer for many times.
Today, I gonna tell you about the story of the first trip to Paris, in 2005.
I start artist carrier as a street artist in city of Urawa and Ginza, Japan.
I was relly, really poor at that time. At first I was living with my parents, but later I rent a tiny apartment as a atelier.
Gradually people started to buy my paints little by little, and I managed somehow to held a Exposition. Some of the big size paintings were sold.
With all the money I made with the paintings, I went to Paris. After paying for the ticket, almost nothing left, but i wanted to go.
I just wanted to see the museums with my eyes. It was a pure impulse.
At that time I was not really into the contemporary art and abstract paint like now. I used to paint the landscapes, too. So it was a natural desire for me to see the impressionism art of the museums of Paris.
I stayed at the youth hostel few blocks from the palace Bastille. it was about 30 euros per night at that time. The break fast, one piece of bread and a glass of orange juice was included. The acid taste of the orange juice is unforgettable till now.
to be continued...
