What for? Nothing but a form of entertainement, if it can be called so.
How long? No idea! You?
How often? You'll see... you'll see strikes too, be prepared. Or not.
As you please my dear reader.
I'm home, you're visiting. If you like. If I like.
Another trick, another magic, another f...ing freezing moment. The Tuileries under the stars, with a blanket of frozen snow. Nobody else other than me and a Japanese guy shooting the stars. I still haven't gotten my right hand back though.