Sometimes you need to be really careful how you drive as you might just hit a rock in the road.
Somewhere in Södermalm, Stockholm.
Yeah, so the thing about Paris is that it’s pretty hard to avoid the Eiffel Tower. I mean, it’s there. It’s always there. It’s bigger than you think, and then you get close and it suddenly becomes short and fat.
Really it’s everything you thought it would be and you continue taking your pictures in full realisation that there is nothing you can show that hasn’t already been shown before. In the year 3246, when civilisation has fallen, and aliens finally make it to our planet, they will be able to recreate the Eiffel Tower using all the millions of photos of it, taken from every possible angle, and in every possible weather condition. It will look superb. Maybe they will give it a more exciting colour.
So anyway, I went to Paris and here’s my proof.
Gamla Stan in Stockholm is one of those places that outwardly you want to avoid, but secretly you thrill at the little side streets and cobble stones. Then you get stuck in a crowd of (other) tourists walking at such a slow speed you wonder how they can remain upright, grimace, and try and loom behind them until they get out of the way.
Every now and then, between the shops selling traditionally woven tartan, you catch a glimpse of a quieter part and wonder if this is what life would have been like in The Old Days. Minus the hipster bikes.
Somewhere in the Södermalm district of Stockholm is the Meatballs shop which, as you would expect, sells meatballs. Swedish meatballs, of varying types and meats (and non-meats). Here they are shown served with some creamy mash, and came with pickled cucumber and lingonberry – very tasty, and I don’t even like meat!
Paris in December is much like London in December, only colder and greyer. This was my thought as I stumbled around the roads (I’d say streets, but it just seemed like one giant car-filled road), partially frozen because I’d absolutely mis-judged the weather.
What follows will be a black and white montage. I didn’t have to use any software to make the images black and white, it was really just that grey. Saying that, because I like to contradict myself, this is the Roue de Paris, which had some colour.
I’m off to buy gloves.