Back to Bridgeport. Since the first day of the trip, I noticed the beautiful church that showcases its green dome behind the balcony of Lucie and Nick.

The day I finally decide to paint it, I find out that the church is called St.Mary of Perpetual Help Catholic Church. It was founded at the beginning of the century to welcome the immigrants working in the slaughterhouse. By chance, I’m just reading The Jungle of Upton Sinclair, a novel that tells the story of a Lithuanian family hired in the meat industry. This book makes me realize how difficult it could be to live in this neighborhood a century earlier.

The vision of the past does not leave me anymore, it is like a perpetual layer added to my observations. At each street corner, I imagine gangs of ragged children digging in landfills to calm their hunger. In terms of standard of living and labor law, Bridgeport became unrecognizable in 120 years.