A Moveable Feast
After gorging myself past the point of gluttony (do not, I repeat, do not go to Breakfast in America if you are on a diet. You may think you have self control. You are wrong. Chilli cheese fries are stronger than you.) We wondered around and I got a few of the tourist shots I hadn’t been able to take this past month.
One of my favourite things about Paris is how quickly it changes every step you take. The juxtaposition of the grime and the grunge and graffiti with the blue shingled roof tops and flower boxes makes the entire city such a beautiful contradiction.
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.