Paris

I  recently shot a travel assignment for the Toronto Star, which is in today’s paper following in the footsteps of some of the great street photographers that have wondered the streets of Paris, one of the grand cities of the world. I took my 16 year son on a little European vacation hitting London first, then the high speed train to Paris. Paris, no matter what time of year, is simply a magical city. Incredible food, fantastic coffee,  wonderful art and great street life. The second you are home, Paris starts calling you back…

Lovers on the Pont des Arts Bridge
Lovers on the Pont des Arts Bridge
Tourists capture a selfie near the Eiffel Tower
Tourists capture a selfie near the Eiffel Tower
A waiter gets chairs ready for the morning rush at Place Edmond Michelet
A waiter gets chairs ready for the morning rush at Place Edmond Michelet
Decadent desserts down every street
Decadent desserts down every street
Artist painting at the Louvre
Artist painting at the Louvre
The famous Cafe De Flore
The famous Cafe De Flore
Shopping for books at Shakespeare & Company
Shopping for books at Shakespeare & Company
Making fresh crepes near the Trocadéro
Making fresh crepes near the Trocadéro
The painting Gabrielle d'Estrées, from the School of Fontainebleau
The painting Gabrielle d’Estrées, from the School of Fontainebleau
A unicyclists rides on the Rue Saint Honoré
A unicyclists rides on the Rue Saint Honoré
Sunset at the Place de la Concorde
Sunset at the Place de la Concorde

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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5 thoughts on “Paris”

  1. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Paris! I’ve been 5 times and can’t seem to get enough. Whatever the season it always has that ‘joie de vivre’ that you just can’t find any other place. Great post!!

  2. Love all your photos Todd. After our China trip I keep wanting to go back and explore it some more. However, the lovely Xiuling says “Paris” so guess where we’re off to next time? When I left Moscow in 1992 shortly after my daughter was born, we spent nearly a year in Paris before moving to London. During this Paris time, my wife was bed-ridden so I would take my daughter on these epic walks around the city, in her stroller but mostly on my arm. Spring summer and fall 1992 was spent this way, teaching her words and watching her wake up through the sights of Paris. Pretty magical time.

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