I am less than a week away from arriving in Paris (after spending a week in Bologna for work, not bad). And while there are many things I love about the city, I have three little obsessions that always rear up once the plane lands. In fact, any time I travel anywhere my photos seem to follow a thread.
The first is doors. Don’t get me wrong, Toronto has some lovely houses and old buildings, with some decent grand looking doors. But set me down in a city such as Paris and I can barely make it a block without stopping to get a photo of yet another door. I think it is the combination of colour (subtly weathered), detail (intricate) and size (grand) that gets me every time.
Then there are the flower stores — always lush and loose and full. Parisians know their flowers, none of those arrangements in which the poor blooms and stems seem tortured into something sculptural. These are blouse-y and real. I imagine Paris flower markets have looked this way since Paris flower markets came into existence, at least I hope that is true.
Lastly, I can go weak at the knees for a good looking storefront. Why can’t we seem to get the same kind of charm on our streets as Parisians do on theirs. In fact, whether an upscale clothing store or a decidedly humble grocer, the places have charm — great colour, great windows, great architectural detail.
I’d better make sure my camera battery is charged. The chances of me making it down any street without stopping for more pics is slim to none.
Images 2 through 9 by Found