Paris in April

April 30, 2014 (iPhone 5s)

It’s not often a stranger asks you to come to Paris. Too bad, I tried to play down the gesture, wrapping it in the trappings of the casual when I wanted the romantic but felt like an idiot for wanting it. Lessons learned and if a next time ever comes, I’ll do things differently. I didn’t take any good photographs that day, too consumed with myself and the person I was with. I willfully missed the Henri Cartier-Bresson exhibition at Centre Pompidou losing much respect for myself as a professed photographer and my fucking favorite one. To my credit, I had no idea that the exhibition was EPIC.

The next day was a French National holiday May 1st, everything was closed and it was raining. My shoes got completely soaked. I was told I was lost, conservative, judgmental, and gloomy. I ate the saddest two little crêpes for lunch. Why do people try to give you life advice when they don’t want to be apart of your life? Why would they ever think I would listen to their advice? After I was told I was lost, I physically did get lost, missing the stairs down to the RER train and exiting right out. In the airport, running frantically around trying to get back to check-in from security check which was confusing because I had to go through baggage claim which gave me the impression I really was lost even though everyone kept telling me this was the right way.

The day before I got to kiss a beautiful boy in Paris. But then I got the next day and in bits and pieces the story of his Great Love, the girl he was crazy about… With no one to talk of myself, I just gave random, meaningless anecdotes of my one male friend, FAR from being my great love. When asked point blank if I had ever experienced mutual love, in which I had seen the lowest point this person could reach and still loved them, my answer was no.

For all the emotions I felt that day, from longings of romance to idiocy, happiness to reality and despair in the first degree, these are the few images from that day.

Eiffel Tower in the morning sun. Imagine if your second date was at the Empire State Building, could you break yourself away from all the cultural lore tied with the iconic location for love?
Eiffel Tower in the morning sun. Imagine if your second date was at the Empire State Building, could you break yourself away from all the cultural lore tied with the iconic location for love?
Somewhere in the 16th arrondissement
Somewhere in the 16th arrondissement
Buvette Unfortunately switched the identify of Steak and Guinness pie (what I wanted) for Shepherds Pie (what I got). The word pie is to blame.
Buvette Unfortunately switched the identify of Steak and Guinness pie (what I wanted) for Shepherds Pie (what I got). The word pie is to blame.
The Shepherd's Pie... aka bolognese sauce with mashed potato on top
The Shepherd’s Pie… aka bolognese sauce with mashed potato on top

 

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