A dialog with Roman Tolici is always a joy to the spirit comparable, if I may say, similar to the contemplation of his artworks. The coffee I had with him in an empty coffee shop on Hristo Botev Street, Bucharest, on a Saturday, got me thinking, of another situation I experienced sometime / somewhere in Montmartre, Paris. Together with Tolici, any place could feel like a cultural capital of the world (if there aren’t too many people around).
