When I came last winter for a one-week stay, I was like: MUST TAKE ALL THE PHOTOS, but now that I have unlimited access to the city, it's become more like: eh, LENSES TOO HEAVY, LEAVE AT HOME. Benjamin jokes that I should get a tattooed reminder on my arm to always bring my camera with me.
And he's right, because I have yet to venture out and not encounter something that takes my breath away.
Paris is a photographer's paradise. In a way it is almost overwhelming -- the multi-colored wicker cafe chairs, the elegant Haussman-building skyline, the art nouveau Metro entrances, the narrow cobblestone alleyways, the sparkling window displays -- how could I ever capture it all?
I can't, of course. And others have already done so, better than I could.
...if nothing else, my perspective is unique. A different angle, a different light, a different aperture -- and even the most frequently photographed object can be interpreted anew, no?