After getting up at 4 am and traveling 10 hours on a bus and ferry, I was kind of groggy when we finally rumbled into Pairs.
This may explain why a strange thought crossed my mind as I looked out the window to the sand colored buildings of Paris:
Everything looks familiar.
As we continued to make our way deeper into the city, this strange feeling persisted. It wasn’t till we reached the banks of the River Seine that I realized why it seemed I had been there before.
I immediately felt embarrassed.
Paris wasn’t familiar to me because of a famous French landscape painting or because of a favorite book on French History. It was familiar because it looked exactly like the drawings in the Aristocats and in the Madeline books. (I think I must be 5 years old.)
Though the skies were gray and the weather chilly, Paris was prettier than a picture. But that didn’t stop me from trying to capture Paris with the camera.