A brisk, sunny morning in the 12th arrondissement spent procuring crossiants and espresso before moving on to explore a nearby produce and flea market.
A brisk, sunny morning in the 12th arrondissement spent procuring crossiants and espresso before moving on to explore a nearby produce and flea market.
A metro entrance fit for its location on the Champs-Élysées.
The buildings surrounding the Jardin des Tuileries awash in a pastel orange as we wander the holiday market set up on the edge of the garden.
The prequel to sunset seemingly lingers endlessly through the afternoon as the sun meanders across the sky in close proximity to the horizon. Place de la Concorde a buzz with afternoon commuters and those visiting the nearby gardens, museums, restaurants, and shops.
Utilizing an exterior passageway of the Louvre as his ampetheater, a guitarist and his music welcome the new day.
A moment of distraction while waiting for our respective rides to our next destinations.
Light reaches the time shared between two friends at a cafe on Rue Montmartre.
Offerings for the end of a day or the beginning of a night out. The lighting from a flower shop provides illumination for the entry of the bar next door.
A cobalt hue washes over the brief moments before nighttime. A simple typographic sign complements the snippet in time as lovers find their way to dinner, commuters find their way home, and I hold up my wife once again to shoot more photographs.
A stare into the faraway distance at a reality different than the present. A situation easy to commiserate with. Monday bleeds to Tuesday. Or perhaps today is Tuesday and its bleeding into Wednesday.