Smoking in Paris, ah, when I was young I loved to sit in a café and smoke. When I grew up and quit the smell of smoke in a café became obnoxious. Paris is a much better place now that smoking is restricted.
back.... :))))) @ Jack - you nailed it!!! Why oh why do I write first and read afterwards the comments? Well, I know why - because I want to express MY thoughts and not just echo the others - but here it backfired slightly - up goes my grin in smoke!
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.
18 comments:
Don't you just love it! A familiar sight in the Marais ... you're quick on the shutter Virginia which is why you get the shots.
"All Things French"
Smoking in Paris, ah, when I was young I loved to sit in a café and smoke. When I grew up and quit the smell of smoke in a café became obnoxious. Paris is a much better place now that smoking is restricted.
This is Paris Virginia... Fabulous moment... xv
Interesting juxtaposition: smoking and cemetery tomb sales!
a Smoker, yes, but in front of an interesting advertising, together they make a really attractive picture!
The reflection, the tradition ... The Marais!
Such a clever shot Virginia and perfect in B&W..
This one is MASTERFUL...you have THE EYE!!! I worship at the foot of your pedestal Madame...
mar,
thanks but I think you have been in Enzo's catnip this morning! :)
Terrific shot, dear Virginia...love Le Marais...and the contrasts of this gentleman...
xoxo
Very atmospheric! I, too, love the Marais.
At least he doesn't have far to go when the smoking kills him!
A wonderful shot—and a cautionary tale! I spent my youth the exact same way Jeff did: sitting in cafés engulfed in a cloud of smoke. :~}
Let's pretend that I got here first and wrote something witty about smoking and the cemetery stuff.
My thinking goes along with Starman's. Great shot, too.
that's so totally you... served cool with a 'clin d'oeil' :)
Smoking kills - what a terrific shot! Bonne journée, ma chérie
Kiki
back.... :)))))
@ Jack - you nailed it!!! Why oh why do I write first and read afterwards the comments?
Well, I know why - because I want to express MY thoughts and not just echo the others - but here it backfired slightly - up goes my grin in smoke!
I love this shot!
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