One of my last summer strolls in the city before whisking away to Provence and then the flurry of goodbyes. This was just a few weeks after I arrived back in the city, as I hungrily scurried the streets for beauty that only Paris does well. From the 7th to the 18th arrondissements, this is how I want to remember the city — a mixture of the iconic and the mundane.
Francophile; lover of ice cream, ballet flats, and skirts with pockets. Photographing light, life, and JOY in San Francisco and Paris with my film cameras, Norman and Cecil.