The Canon Rebel EOS XSi, while small by DSLR standards, suddenly balloons in size whenever I think about taking it on a weekend trip. Call it what you will, but I prefer to be deliberate with my photography. Dislikes include subjects that move, subjects that breathe and subjects and/or onlookers that make me feel rushed.
Thus, my previous dalliance with product photography. And before that, a short spree shooting food.
Paris, though…Paris is a photographer’s dream and you don’t have to be especially well-versed in the field to know that. So the decision to carry more than an old iPhone 5 (no, I don’t think phones and cameras are the same thing, ever) seems baffling. But I already knew, as I substituted an extra bag of crisps for the camera, that it wasn’t to be that kind of weekend. This trip was a whirlwind of sparkling moments, of half-laughing as we ran down the street in the rain looking for bathrooms, of inhaling our food so quickly that my XSi would never have stood a chance. Besides, there’s always next time.
Below, our final day living la vie en rose:
Day 3: Kick yourself for forgetting to pack Advil, go to any French Pharmacy (where you will also find the best selection of drugstore skincare & haircare in any country), have a highly necessary breakfast of fries/omelettes/salad at Café Cambronne, grab a lock & key at the Pont de l’Archevêché (we’re tourists, it’s ok), hit up the Île de la Cité for Notre Dame and the drop-jaw stunning Sainte-Chapelle (if you need to stop by McDonald’s in between, this is perfectly acceptable), admire the bright little sailboats at the Jardin du Luxembourg, sob over your empty wallet at Le Bon Marché Rive Gauche (BYREDO! FREDERIC MALLE! BY KILIAN!), refuel with a nap/stroll/bakery run (éclairs, a baguette and the most perfect canelé), return to Montmartre for steak frites at Café des Dames, bid adieu to Paris with bottles of wine savored on bridges + a night of clubbing and inevitable Uber surcharges.
Climb into bed and try not to miss your train the next morning. Did we? Only our post-arrival bowls of Chipotle will tell.
(Ok yeah, we did.)