sad

the saddest thing i saw in France was Sunday morning, bright and early.
As we walked up to wait for the metro, from acrossed the tracks a lady sat, still hunched over in a sleeping position with her stuff to the right and left of her and her long cane on the seat to the left of her. i saw her shaking, but not because she was cold...then, my ears filled me in on the rest of the story. she sat there crying. crying so hard and so loud, not holding back.
what went wrong? what happened? that's all that was going through my mind. what tragedy begot her that she has ended up in this place and in this position? will she pull out? will she be alright? is this all there is for her until she dies?

she

maybe this looks like a gawdy post card

she shimmers every now and then for everyone to see
yet every glance reveals that she is vulnerable and open
everywhere eyes are looking, exploring, lurking
inside, outside, around, over, under, through
she gives all that she has for
our entertainment
our enjoyment
our inspiration
i feel as if i've robbed her after taking from her
us tourists are truly like dirty men taking advantage of innocent beauty
they give all they have and the best of what they got
in exchange for...nothing
the wind blows and the time passes, yet she remains as if in waiting, standing tall and proud.

Paris '08

Just wanted to share some of my favorite pics

This is the crowd of people looking at the Mona Lisa. i love how the people on the right seem to flow out of the painting behind them.

These clouds were awesome!!!

post cardish

same

gotta throw in the tower!

Paris and the rubix mini

So, yet another story from the subway of Paris.
The doors open and in pops this young guy with longish blonde hair holding a rubix cube mini..rather on the beginnings of bohemian lifestyle.
He gently utters a few words to a beautiful young girl sitting on the flip seat and begins twisting and turning the cube quickly. as the train stops and the doors open, the cube spins faster and faster in is hands.
Just as the alarm sounds signaling the closing of the doors, he displays a solved cube and slowly takes a gracious step backwards outside of the train while the doors close right after.
a perfectly timed fantasy of a valiant young man. is he a romantic or just a great showman?!
perhaps i'm the romantic?
it left that haunting feeling deep inside...
these are the moments that make Paris magical for me!