I remember you. I was alone that time, and frantic. That was my Paris in a day moment, where I rushed to the crooks and corners of the city. It was the day I found out a little bit more about my destiny.
Here, I stopped to rest. Do you recognize this room? It’s the one next to the room with the Mona Lisa. I personally found this room one of the most beautiful rooms I’ve ever stepped into. It’s calming. It invites a sort of magnificent sigh, asks you to pause for a bit to marvel at the long stretch of paintings. Also, I’ve never been down that hallway. I’ve only stood right here, resting.
I’d never thought I’d enter that realm with you. To take this picture, in part. To get lost in the wonders of ancient geniuses, in another. To understand the ever silencing rest this room breaks into your mind.
We stood here for rest too. After a circular day of exploring. It was too real in the highlight of the moment. I remember.
I realize my memories are too a hallway full of ancient dreams and moments. Only sitting here, writing, I wished I got up to the other end of the hallway to realize more wonders.
I was only too tired, too faded by the wonders of the city, to marvel at whatever could be more present and wonderful at the end of a short walk.
I might post another part to these photos because I have a couple hundred, but we’ll see. This is my short but sweet trip to France. Despite how unexpectedly quickly it had to end, I had a really cool time and within the short time frame, and I realized that sharing the experience with someone is worth much more than going through it alone.
Palais de Tokyo
This photo has been one of my favourites since my last trip. I thought I’d keep with the tradition and take the same photo.
I wanted to seem super French touristy
Only in France could you really do this. Or maybe some other European places too, but still.
I love love love carousels. I always have since I was a child. It’s such a magical moment just to sit on the carousel and listen to the childish music, and hope the ride never stops.
One of those intellectual cafes that someone like me obsesses over sitting in. So strange thinking Ernest Hemingway, Albert Camus, and Jean-Paul Sartre sat in here.
Brioche de praline
Man holding himself.
I didn’t really think these were just sausages.
Converted cheese lover. I hated cheese before, but now not only can I stand it, but I crave it.
Lyon is quite vibrant and colorful. I enjoyed this city a lot more in particular because it felt calmer.
Honestly the best dessert I’ve ever eaten. I dislike fruit fillings, but the orange was perfectly balanced out by the chocolate mousse. Just a dream.
Had to post another
The first time I was in Paris, the ornate Christmas display at Galleries Lafayette struck me. I thought it was so amazing, and then I saw this one – different, but the same. It struck me that I was back again.
Palais de Tokyo was one of the coolest museums I’ve ever been to. It reflected an uncomfortable modernity that had surfaced all around. The sudden whiteness contrasted with the black and white photos. I thought it was all fitting for the present moment – beautiful and horrific at times.
I’ve had this post ready for a while now, but it felt unsettling have the first post of 2016 be something happened the year before, and I just couldn’t really quite bring myself to accept that. Honestly, I’m not really into posting a new years post, so I’ll start it off with these photos. They’re pretty cool, anyhow.
So a few months ago, I accidentally deleted my entire iPhoto Library containing all of my pictures from previous travels. I managed to post photos online, which I was able to rediscover and save. Here are a few of my favourites from last year’s adventures: