Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Paris notes

It could be that in my mind, Paris is one thing and in reality (someone else’s reality) it is another. I move as a tourist, albeit a frequent one. I go from hotel to café to museum, park, or store, I take photos, I eat my evening meal and that is pretty much it. I don’t wrestle with anything. I just notice that the café, museum, park, store and restaurants are awfully good.

And once I have come to the conclusion that Paris treats me well when I am there, I load my cart with other striking images – of the city that has embraced the tiny Smart car (they are everywhere!) and slung mud at SUVs (pranks against big cars are not uncommon), of the superior baguette, the superior style of dress – the city that sleeps less than I do and eats more than I dare to and handles it all exceptionally well.

On our one full day in the city, Ed and I did the usual: ate croissants, walked great distances, visited the newly reopened Orangerie museum, shopped (I shopped, Ed, the anti-consumer, hid behind a book against the onslaught of beautiful things), ate well, drank well and there you have it. The day ended, the camera went back into its case and we travelled home.


Here it is, briefly, Paris from my lens:


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on arrival: oysters


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shopping, Au Bon Marche


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fussying about kitchen gadgets


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preparing for a "manifestation"


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minding Monet


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nibbling on a baguette


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so many to choose from


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it's the season


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the last dessert

3 comments:

  1. "Pranks against big cars are not uncommon"

    Hearing that makes me feel like falling in love with Paris (from afar) all over again.

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  2. J'aime les chassures l'homme avec baguette is wearing. portait par l'homme avec Oh, whatever.

    I like those thick soles. Je deteste thin-soled men's dress shoes.

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  3. I tried to make a bouche de Noel for extra-credit in high school French.

    It was a gayish nightmare. (one of many...)

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