Just 80 more photos.
November 4, 2016
Paris Continued. I wrote a bunch of garbage at the bottom. I just have so many feels about Paris!
Arc de Triumph
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blurry night time photo!
Montmartre Cemetery
One of my favourite places we visited in Paris was the Montmartre Cemetery. I took so many photos and even made this photo series of doors for your enjoyment. I’m still working on some editing to maybe print them. Maybe black and white? we’ll see.
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Life in General
Living in Paris is the coolest. You go for a stroll and you stumble upon bits of history and culture at every turn.
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We stumbled upon the Tour de France. Fancy.
We lived directly next to the European Space Agency. John loves space.
Paris, shall I compare thee to a middle aged woman? You know the one. She’s a mother, she’s a CEO, she’s a teacher, a musician, an entrepreneur. She has all her shit together. The one who is always dressed well, is well educated, is capable of doing her hair everyday, she takes care of herself.
She is effortless.
Paris is utterly perfect despite of – no – because of all her flaws.
and I have fallen madly in love with her.
At first, I didn’t know what to expect. I’ve heard countless stories of how rude French people can be. So, I expected people to be mean. I expected the madness many large cities have. I expected people to be rushing past me, too busy to acknowledge me.
At every turn these bad expectations have been washed away. I’ve seen incredible kindness in Paris. I’ve witnessed wonderful moments of silliness between strangers. People have shown me a graceful patience as I struggle to remember more than five French words. Of course, I’ve also seen Parisians lose their patience with strangers/customers/tourists, but no more than I have at my various jobs. Everyone has bad days.
The city is beautiful. It’s beyond words and there is so much variety. The people are the same. I can’t believe how beautiful the people are and I mean physical beauty, subjectively. I think it’s not only good genetics, but something about the city makes people feel beautiful. Perhaps, seeing beauty, art, and architecture and to be surrounded by it every day you can’t help but see it in yourself. You reflect it back. You absorb it.
Another point in my argument for the importance of art for the public. One of my favourite rants.
Now I know my view of Paris is through rose coloured glasses, and I know ugly things happen here. No place is without its flaws, its crime, poverty, and dirt. I would like to acknowledge that they are here, I have seen these things too, but they have been easy to avoid and not something I wish to dwell on at the moment.
Here is a map of some of our fav things!
Next up: Versailles!
~B~