If Spring had not finally arrived in Paris, this is where I would pitch my tent until May 13.
I just couldn’t leave this installation by Moroccan artist Hicham Berrada: an underground botanical garden, a moist labyrinth under glittering fake stars, a secret cell where you are led by the scent of ‘night musk’ (smells like Jasmine to me, with a more myterious name). Peace, beauty and the slightly frightening pulsations of electrical contraptions.