In the UK that door would be straightned and have the heart ripped out of it. That's why I love France- it doesn't matter it has soul. I would persuade the young artists to pursue another career. Those little tabacs and kiosk are everywhere and a perfect way to practise a little conversational french, qui?
Yes, I agree with Petrea. I could not get enough of French doors. I have a couple of particularly nice specimens walking up the hill to the arena in Arles. I think it might be a "tourist penchant" as I received quite a few winsome smiles as I went about my fetish!
Well my list of fetishes grew while in Paris. I already had a rather severe "column" fetish that I continued, but as I told Peter one day, apprently I added an "Old Men in Paris" fetish.( For the record, I did not include Peter in that category!HA) The doors, oh I have suffered with that one for a long time. Paris just took it to another level. I think any photographer worth their salt has some good festishes in their closet, oui??
About the petit artistes. The walls were full of photogaphs hung a wonderful special exhibit that we all enjoyed. Many were nudes/erotic in some ways. I was particularly interested, as a teacher who has taken many, many students to our museum, that they were seemingly oblivious to all of that. No snickers, giggles etc. Yes, the U.S. has far to go in that category.
I still remember the smell of kiosks when I lived in France as a child, there's just something about all that newspaper print and cigarettes and candy. I just loveit and this makes me feel very nostalgic.
I am a former elementary school teacher, a full-time photographer, lover of all things French ( whose French is slowly improving), obsessive Paris traveler, enthusiastic church and community volunteer, and grandmother to 5 delightful grandchildren.
I fell in love with Paris in March 2007. It was as the French say, le coup de foudre : love at first sight. As a result of that trip, my photography took another direction. Since that time I have pursued a career of sorts in photography and dreamed of returning to the City of Light. November 2008 found me strolling the streets of Paris once again. My first visit I was so overwhelmed with the incredible beauty of the city, I photographed it as a "tourist". In 2008 I returned and I looked at the city with more of a photographer's eye. I wanted to capture the unique, the small details, and oh yes - the people! This blog was started as a photo diary of that trip, but I have been most fortunate to return to the city j'adore 15 times since. Each time I leave, I wipe a tear and start planning my list for the next trip. Paris may well be a moveable feast, but I think it's best savored in person! Someone told me that once you have been to Paris, you will leave a piece of your heart. I left mine right there, but I brought home some wonderful memories. It is my pleasure to share them with you.
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I'm enjoying immensely Virginia!
The thread today could be a nice red touch from one photo to another...
In the UK that door would be straightned and have the heart ripped out of it. That's why I love France- it doesn't matter it has soul. I would persuade the young artists to pursue another career. Those little tabacs and kiosk are everywhere and a perfect way to practise a little conversational french, qui?
Great photos.. keep 'em coming. I don't know if your photos are helping keep my anticipation in check or not but I am enjoying them.
12 more days.
These are wonderful, I do like the door!
Always overwhelmed when I go back to France and see all these magazines in "kiosques"...
I love that door. Such character.
Virginia, I took photo after photo of Parisian doors. I couldn't get enough. I love the crooked red door.
Yes, I agree with Petrea. I could not get enough of French doors. I have a couple of particularly nice specimens walking up the hill to the arena in Arles. I think it might be a "tourist penchant" as I received quite a few winsome smiles as I went about my fetish!
Well my list of fetishes grew while in Paris. I already had a rather severe "column" fetish that I continued, but as I told Peter one day, apprently I added an "Old Men in Paris" fetish.( For the record, I did not include Peter in that category!HA) The doors, oh I have suffered with that one for a long time. Paris just took it to another level. I think any photographer worth their salt has some good festishes in their closet, oui??
About the petit artistes. The walls were full of photogaphs hung a wonderful special exhibit that we all enjoyed. Many were nudes/erotic in some ways. I was particularly interested, as a teacher who has taken many, many students to our museum, that they were seemingly oblivious to all of that. No snickers, giggles etc. Yes, the U.S. has far to go in that category.
such variety of photos! I love the gestures of the gentleman in the 1st photo, and the children sketching is marvelous.
I still remember the smell of kiosks when I lived in France as a child, there's just something about all that newspaper print and cigarettes and candy. I just loveit and this makes me feel very nostalgic.
Just catch up with the link you sent me Virginia. Just like in Menton! Lovely.
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