(this is my last photo essay for my photography class in Paris)
Depardon attempted to portray France and its relationship with the French. As an outsider here for a mere five weeks, I cannot pretend to understand the history and complexities of this relationship; I can speak only for myself, and that is what I will do.
A month ago, when I thought of France, I thought of quaint cobbled streets, berets and a tall, tall tower. Now, a short four weeks of adventure, baguettes and blisters later,
I think of magical nights on Saint-Germain
Depardon attempted to portray France and its relationship with the French. As an outsider here for a mere five weeks, I cannot pretend to understand the history and complexities of this relationship; I can speak only for myself, and that is what I will do.
A month ago, when I thought of France, I thought of quaint cobbled streets, berets and a tall, tall tower. Now, a short four weeks of adventure, baguettes and blisters later,
I think of magical nights on Saint-Germain
my regular seat in the neighborhood café
the endless and ironic fields of Marie Antoinette at Versailles
the lives given for the freedom of others at Point du Hoc
and a tall, tall tower I can walk toward to find my way home, seen through the scratched up window of the evening metro
Yes, there is the quaint cobbled street and the old man in a beret, but I have fallen in love with the other side of Paris, and the other side, and the other side. It will take a lifetime to know it all, but this city that is a new place around every corner is well worth all the time in the world.
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