I remember Paris

I hardly remember my first trip to Paris; a journey of rail and sea. I was eight years old. The London terminus (Charing Cross? Victoria?) was huge, dark and crowded, the ferry crossing uneventful and the train journey from Calais to Paris felt endless.

We stayed at the friend of a friends in St. Cloud, but I may have been misinformed as to the exact location; I just remember a nice flat in a quiet neighbourhood. Still, it was my first trip to Paris. I took one photo on a camera borrowed from my brother, which completely missed my family and concentrated on passers-by and traffic. I wish I still had it.

My next journey was as an inter-railer in my late teens. We crossed Paris numerous times and I’m happy to still have images taken with a fairly substandard 35mm SLR, along with more negatives. Somehow, with the excitement of travelling with friends, I didn’t really take everything in.

My next journeys some years later were when I really started to take notice: my Transport for London job gave me a Eurostar discount that I used heavily. A first solo trip; overnight stays with friends; a journey with a friend to celebrate her getting her MA; and romantic journeys with loved ones. All photographed with a better 35mm SLR, my first mirrorless camera and my second, cherished digital camera, in colour and black and white.

DSCF4207JPGParisian street art

Photographed: shops; statues; streets; people; parks; cemeteries; architecture; galleries. I will return and photograph more, but for now, I’m going through the photographs I’ve taken and putting them on my website.

The Paris photos start here.

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