You wouldn’t know it from looking at my pics, but it was actually quite wet for much of the time in Paris. The reason you don’t see the rain is that I tend to seek shelter when it starts to pour. I’m not much of a hyrdophile and my camera isn’t too fond of it either. After mint tea and sweets at the Mosquee de Paris (sadly the hammam is female only now), I ducked into the Museum National D’Histoire Naturelle. I wasn’t all that keen on going in at the start since I’d been to the one at Harvard recently and how can you get any better than Harvard? Well, I was pleasantly surprised. Not only was it an attractive, cavernous interior, but the controlled conditions of an indoor space let me challenge myself to see what kind of pics I could come up with that were just a little bit different from the ordinaire.
Of course it did not rain all the time. There was actually much more rain the week following my departure. So I took advantage of the dry times by walking as far as my legs would carry me and avoided many of the usual indoor tourist hot spots.
It was more of a question of what not to photograph than it was whether there was anything worth photographing. Winnowing them down was not easy, but I’m sure you appreciate the effort.
Most of what catches my eye are the more unusual street scenes that tend to be rather grungy. When you’re in a city like Paris, you can’t help but capture some of the beautiful buildings and images along the Seine.
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