Sunday morning, Paris
[Photo: "Artist's garret?" on flickr]
Right now, outside, church bells are ringing. Light breeze. Cars are going by occasionally. Someone had a TV or radio going that was playing church hymns, and it didn't register for me for quite some time that I could actually understand the words, so they were in English. A woman and man held an animated conversation under my window, three stories below, and as she walked away I heard her sing "Glory, glory hallelujah..." in an accent that could easily pass for a longtime speaker.
Cars sound different here. MUCH smaller.
Post offices are closed today, except for the one by the Louvre. I could go get postcards today, but that is madness. The lines are long there, because that is the central post office for Paris AND it doubles as a bank AND it's the place for all the tourists to pick up Poste Restante mail. I will wait for tomorrow, when the post office two blocks away opens up, and buy postcards then. There are many to send.
I'm uploading a few photos now. Originally I'd thought of doing museums today, but the more I think about today the more I'm thinking maybe I should take my camera gear and good shoes and just ... photograph. Lose myself in the city. I know now what I suspected then: I brought clothing that makes me disappear into the city.
Though I kind of wish I'd brought a t-shirt, then I could wear shorts.
On the street where I live
[Photo: "On the street where I live" on flickr]
Down on the street, the rolling sound indicates the man I hear talking to a child is pushing him in a stroller. The child is asking a question over and over: "Pour quoi, Papa? Pour quoi?"
Some things are universal. :)
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