I’ve written this before, but when we visited Paris a year back, as we walked it felt like we were in an outdoor museum, wandering through endless streets of history. The buildings were so beautiful, each balcony and window full of little details that made me want to stop and stare. I kept taking photos, trying to catch that soft light and quiet atmosphere, and now I decided to use some of these images for Margaret’s theme of stories for Monochrome Madness, you can sense the city in these in photos.
As we wander through the city with my camera in hand, we drift first to Le Palais du Fruit, where shoppers lean over bright piles of produce and the air is sweet with oranges and ripe tomatoes. At Boucherie J.D., its meat counter is alive with clinking knives and the easy charm of a traditional French butcher. A little farther on, a busy Parisian street stretches ahead, lined with old buildings and eclectic storefronts, the smell of fresh bread and quick snatches of conversation spilling from open doors. In a narrow passage, a street vendor stands beside a glowing display of artwork and postcards as the crowd hums around us. We pass a tiny French crêperie on cobblestones beneath a no-entry sign, pausing to watch steam rise from the griddle and breathe in the buttery scent of sugar and warm batter. Up in Montmartre, an outdoor art market unfolds under scattered umbrellas, artists chatting softly as framed works light up the tree-lined square. On Rue Gabrielle, the day lingers while we stroll past a cozy crêperie and restaurant, pedestrians brushing by, the whole street wrapped in that soft Parisian light that makes every corner feel like a memory.
And as an afterthought I added this earlier edit, but this is not from Paris, it is from Nice. Also taken years back.
Linked to Leanne’s Monochrome Madness #69: Buying and Selling and
Guest host, Margaret’s MM #69: Buying and Selling
