Something I've been learning about Paris: Don't think you know anything. You can be walking down the street next to a McDonalds (Or 'MacDo' as I guess I should start calling it) and a Starbucks, and out of nowhere the street will open to one side and there will be a beautiful monument towering over you. The funny thing is, the people here don't seem to notice them. I suppose if you live by so much beauty and history, it becomes the norm. Me, I'm immune to the MacDo and Starbucks, to the people on the street walking slower than me, to pigeons and grey skies. But we don't have intricate doors, towering stone buildings dedicated to a long lineage of dead kings, thin people dolled up in fancy coats, or a Chanel store around every corner. It's humbling, it makes me feel so much smaller; if no one notices these walls of stone, how does anyone notice anything? But on the other hand, maybe their lives are just that full of beauty and history. It becomes something that is so much a part of you that you don't need to stop and take a picture, because you already have it memorized.
What I'm used to (MURICA):
The New Norm:
The Centre Pompidou
Bridge details (view from the Seine)
Light post detail in the Champs-Élysées
You know what it iiiis...
You know what it iiiis...
Basilica of Saint Denis:
Marie Antoinette's tomb:
Door detail in the 9th arrondissement:
A Parliament building:
Getting surprised on the street by this:
What I've been wearing: (excuse the selfies):
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