‘Because there is a hidden story on every corner in Paris’. Thus ends this evocation of a city which, like no other, is built on space-time. In his article, the musician and writer Adolfo Luxúria Canibal mixes his own memories with more general ones. While his impressions do not ignore those of others, his personal experience of living in the city for five years lends them an authenticity. The vocalist of the band Mão Morta reminisces about this ‘cosmopolitan and parochial’ city, where living is an art form and reality is never disentangled from the imaginary, and the figure of Isidore Ducasse, the Count of Lautréamot, lurks like a luminescent shadow.