Everyone has their “Podhale de Paris”. At least everyone who left home in order to live somewhere far away. Jan Kanty left Turbacz and Trzy Korony and moved to Cracow. Later, for a moment, he went to Paris. Podhale was within him just as he remembered it. With time, the memories were enriched by new objects and characters who he met on his way or just heard of. Just like the rolling Parisian bon vivant in the Bois de Boulogne who, after almost an age, showed up unexpectedly in a gel-art by the riverside of Dunajec.