I watch the news and those Muslems have ruined Paris. I was in Boston and was walking in a Mall. A thing who knows if it was a man or a woman or what it had under the black robes, walked past me. Only the eyes were showing. What a shock. Like Halloween in spring. If they come to America they have to adapt to OUR WAYS. My great Grandparents spoke Gaelic they learned English,they had no welfare or Govt. help for anything. If I saw this in Europe it would have a different effect on me. I feel awful for the trouble in Paris and all over the world. How can they call it a religion and teach such HATE. yvonne
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 watch the news and those Muslems have ruined Paris. I was in Boston and
was walking in a Mall. A thing who knows if it was a man or a woman or what
it had under the black robes, walked past me. Only the eyes were showing. What a shock. Like Halloween in spring. If they come to America they have to adapt to OUR WAYS. My great Grandparents spoke Gaelic they learned English,they
had no welfare or Govt. help for anything. If I saw this in Europe it would have a different effect on me. I feel awful for the trouble in Paris and all over the world. How can they call it a religion and teach such HATE.
yvonne
The gentleman holding the cards has a very serious look on his face. Maybe he didn't want a photo taken or was thinking of his next turn.
You have been noticed.
Love your new banner photo!
This is so good!!!
Even the lady in the background thinks you're being crassly intrusive.
FigMince,
Always nice to hear from you. You seem to always find the time to leave such positive comments.
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