A few months ago I chuckled at the discovery that someone had stumbled upon my blog by Googling “berets for dogs in Paris.” I had every intention of researching the topic and writing about it, but, well, you know what they say about the road to hell and good intentions and all that.
So it was with some surprise that I stumbled upon the answer this afternoon as I was walking up Rue du Cardinal Lemoine to meet my blogger friend Corey. “Au Paradis Canin,” read the storefront at address 21. Berets, sweaters, beds, you name it—you’ll find it all at this pooches’ paradise.
On the way to meet Corey this evening, I also saw a bunch of guys playing pétanque. I’ve long been curious about this bocce-ball-like game, but I’ve never had the courage (or the time) to stop and ask. Until this afternoon.
Not only did these guys explain the rules to me, but they also invited me to join them for a round. I delighted them with my ineptitude.
On the métro train, I thought about how cool it would be to photograph 100 strangers before I leave Paris. I got started straight away by shooting the man across from me.
Then, I shot a crêpe vendor.
And then I shot an accordéoniste. Should have gotten him at closer range, in hindsight …
After my wonderful walk with Corey this evening, I strolled along the Seine. The lights on the water were spectacular tonight. How I wish I’d brought a tripod! Oh, well … that’s what bridge railings are for.
Along the way, I noticed that the top half of the Eiffel Tower still appears to be missing.
But of all the things I shot today, I think this last frame is my favorite.
“General food.” With all of its pooches, pétanque, people and ponts—bridges—Paris really does feed my soul.
À demain …