My contribution #2 to Laura’s Sunday Project (click here for the rules), A Trip Through My Eyes (click here to take a look on her project’s gallery, and here to see my #1). “People think of Paris as the city of love or the city of light, but where you got love you got hate, where you got light you got darkness.”I have already quoted Mathieu Kassovitz on one of my photos, but his sentence says a lot. One Parisian out of two lives alone. As I already mentioned it, these padlocks we can see on many bridges over the River Seine are more reminiscent of jail than of an alive love through my eyes. So, it wasn’t supposed to be posted, I was just having fun with bokeh!But I can’t help watching tenderly the couples coming from the whole world, walking, locked in a tender embrace, on the banks of the Seine. They’re living their dream in the “city of love”, their heads full of romanticism, memories of read books, full of “always” and of “never”. I do love the tourists, they help me to see my city differently, to put glitter in my eyes. Because, after all, who cares about reality! By the way, I moved to Paris after my first heartache… Paris, pont d’Iéna, September 2012. ¡Muchas gracias, guapa!
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My contribution #2 to Laura’s Sunday Project (click here for the rules), A Trip Through My Eyes (click here to take a look on her project’s gallery, and here to see my #1).

“People think of Paris as the city of love or the city of light, but where you got love you got hate, where you got light you got darkness.”
I have already quoted Mathieu Kassovitz on one of my photos, but his sentence says a lot.

One Parisian out of two lives alone.

As I already mentioned it, these padlocks we can see on many bridges over the River Seine are more reminiscent of jail than of an alive love through my eyes. So, it wasn’t supposed to be posted, I was just having fun with bokeh!
But I can’t help watching tenderly the couples coming from the whole world, walking, locked in a tender embrace, on the banks of the Seine. They’re living their dream in the “city of love”, their heads full of romanticism, memories of read books, full of “always” and of “never”.

I do love the tourists, they help me to see my city differently, to put glitter in my eyes. Because, after all, who cares about reality!

By the way, I moved to Paris after my first heartache…

Paris, pont d’Iéna, September 2012. ¡Muchas gracias, guapa!

Thanx to Sam, I heard about the Laura’s project, Sunday project: “A trip through my eyes”, and I wanna play the game too — even if my Tumblr is more like a diary, more “what I saw today in my place”. Rules are made to be broken, aren’t they? Tie in. For me, the story began here. By the sea of Manche — the Channel, as they say on the other side. In a village which had lived, years ago, the WWII Landings. The smells of the mud and the fishes in the harbor, the waves noise, the sand between toes, the seagulls shouts. And colors. Sky is more often grey than blue, as the sea, the green and the yellow of seaweeds. When you walk at the end of the pier, you can already feel somewhere else. At the very end, over there, within reach for a little girl, the United Kingdom, Ireland, the United States, Canada… The world, not so far away. This is Normandy, France. Took in July, 2012.
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Thanx to Sam, I heard about the Laura’s project, Sunday project: “A trip through my eyes”, and I wanna play the game too — even if my Tumblr is more like a diary, more “what I saw today in my place”. Rules are made to be broken, aren’t they?

Tie in.

For me, the story began here. By the sea of Manche — the Channel, as they say on the other side. In a village which had lived, years ago, the WWII Landings.

The smells of the mud and the fishes in the harbor, the waves noise, the sand between toes, the seagulls shouts. And colors. Sky is more often grey than blue, as the sea, the green and the yellow of seaweeds.

When you walk at the end of the pier, you can already feel somewhere else. At the very end, over there, within reach for a little girl, the United Kingdom, Ireland, the United States, Canada… The world, not so far away.

This is Normandy, France.

Took in July, 2012.