WordPress has suggested I republish this, and for once I agree with an algorithm. This article first appeared on July 11, 2020, six years ago today. The world was still trying to work out what to do with itself in the aftermath of the first lockdown, and we were trying to work out what to do with a cancelled trip to Hull.
The solution, as it turned out, was Paris. My daughter Kate was ten years old, on crutches, armed with opinions about Greek mythology and strong feelings about Marks and Spencer. I had a walking stick, two cameras, and the quiet delusion that I might, at some point, get a shot worthy of Henri Cartier-Bresson. The Louvre did not disappoint either of us. The 127 floors on my step counter very nearly did.
She is sixteen now. She still loves Paris. I still have the walking stick, though the arthritis and I have reached something of a truce. I have no idea if she remembers the Mona Lisa, or the painting of Napoleon crowning his bride, or Louis XIV looking improbably good in tights. But I know she remembers the day. That, I think, was the point.
Lovely memory. Thanks for sharing.
It’s always a pleasure!
I have a similar photograph. I could not decide what to do with it. Too many people. Bad timing. Nice photo!
I usually try to be patient and when People see the camera up to your eye they have a tendency to duck etc. I could use a plethora of tools including being patient and waiting for people to bugger off. I can use AI to edit the photo and get rid of people, I can use long exposure to get rid of people by exposing so long that they disappear. I can fart which usually can clear a room quite quickly.
farting is a good idea lol
Always….
Paris is a beautiful place.
Very pretty place….
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The pigeons have declared themselves cultural critics. They have rejected seventeen croissants this morning in search of one worthy of their refined Parisian palate.
Parisian pigeons are a different breed altogether…. Obvious snobs, the lot of ’em!
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