Every Sunday around noon, the locals gather a the bottom of rue Mouffetard and sign old French songs they all know and love and many dance. Often those in the crowd join them as with this grand -mère with her sweet petite fille.
It's no secret that the dancers on rue Mouffetard on a Sunday in Paris is the place I return to time and time again. Michel and his partner never disappoint. This Sunday, after photographing them at street level, I found them again from the second floor of our café as we all enjoyed lunch.
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Dimanche à Mouffetard is one of the many special happenings I've discovered in Paris and return to time and time again. Danielle is a dancer I've photographed so many times. This Sunday, she had yet another dance partner. I think her dance card is always full!
Oh I think not. Tango dancing in Paris pops up all over the city. This Sunday as I made my pilgrimage to rue Mouffetard to see my old friends who dance there each week, I spotted one of my favorite subjects... Danielle.
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.