secondly, just to put a spin on things, i've decided to go a little "all-out" with my picture editing, which is to say that i KNOW things are over-done...it's the fun! :)
thirdly, all photos were taken on october 27 but the post is only up today cause that's how long it took me...
so here's my little notre-dame de paris experience...(photos are un-edited)
step 1: intrigue...ah, a statue, who could it be? well, 2 sec. later, a woman appears from underneath the silverness to join the rest of her friends who are obviously takng turns to be the statue...they laugh hysterically & think that it's all too funny that their "beating the system"
step 2: while entering the cathedral, we find another woman begging for money. at this, i was simply speechless. am i the only one that finds something contradictory about this? or perhaps i'm being too judgemental...
step 3: this woman comes up to me after i exit the church & asks "do you speak english?" i was going to lie, but i couldn't so i said yes. so she holds up that piece of paper ther, which i knew was supposed to coax me somehow into donating but i skimmed through the scribble anyway but i only catch the last line..."god bless you"...really??? je rêve...
step 4: on the very left, you see the "statue woman" literally sprinting away (almost comical) towards the cathedral to hide in the crowd of tourists because on the right, you see a pair of gendarmes approaching. it turns out that what they're doing is strictly prohibited...
...& her friends all think it's hilarious (it sounded like cackling...) that today, she's the one out of the four of them that has to run like a fool. they laugh smugly, practically in the gendarmes' faces..."culture shock" for $200 alex
it's not uncommon to see parisians waok their puny dogs on retractable leashes they my own dog could never ever survive on; for some reason, i love this picture; maybe it's the jacket, the angle? & yes, there is a dog behind here that i managed no to capture...
paris day morning
FALLING FLAT ON ONE'S FACE
last night, i saw this guy sprinting down a parisian sidewalk on springy stilts. in a split second, he just disappeared behind the cars parked along the street...ouch :S never did i ever think i would catch a scene like that!
on our way to paris
HOLDING HANDS TO CROSS A STREET
technically, he wasn't jamming; it was more like gentle strumming but super amplified that at first, i thought it was music played by the cité de la musique building to attract people...beautiful
chilhood is a great thing...
LOST IN TRANSLATION
i dare you to close your eyes & imagine...banana spit...hehe :P
i thought it would be bigger & more independent as a building...hollywood magic, i guess...opened 1889, not long after the revolution (no way! my ipod is playing "roxanne tango" from the soundtrack now!!) *sigh* ewan mcgregor is too perfect for the part...
NOTHING MORE INTERNATIONAL THAN A CHINESE BUFFET
seriously, these restaurants thrive everywhere, like grass (planet earth joke)
gosh...i don't know...i love onion & i love soup. i don't love onion soup, at least not the french kind. i hate bread dipped in xoup & little did i know that this famous dish is packed full of bread. & no one mentioned that it's covered with a thick layer of melted cheese either...just my luck. i hate melted cheese, especially when it's used to provide some desperate bit of flavour for a soupd that really has less flavour than a broth. ugh, i'm gonna say that my expectations were too high...let's just say. & i'm hoping it was just the bad prep of the restaurant cause their other dishes & service were also rather poor...might i add that the dishwatSOUP, i mean soup was 7£?
WHAO. talk about contrast. on the left we have the colour of the sky. on the right, we have the colour of paris' sky...aye-ay-ay...(un-edited picture)
i LOVE this shot, taken walking towards THE tower
STADE DE FRANCE
where they play foot & where céline dion performed
need i say more? i actually took this shot for the diabolo guy in the bottom left hand corner...he was failing miserably; a beginner? for a street performer, you don't gain much when your diabolos (is that what they're called?) are flaying all over the place...not very practical on a big flight of stairs...
this is absolutely my FAVOURITE shot EVER. ever. love. love. love. & i'm not even going to take credit for whatever artistic skill it might have took cause it was a complete fluke. i was trying to take a picture of i don't know what & the car moved so i got this instead...i'll take it, thanks. :)
this was in from of the église st-pierre in montmartre; i have a cdertain sympathy for him cause he's um, stuck in a wheelchar, which is a handcap that cuts you off from most professions, i think...anyway, i though he was pretty good, with his mike, making little keychains...
i was thrilled when this guy decided to smil, even for the camera of some random foreigner zooming past him in an ancient volkswaagen
paris is very big on sex. there are sex souvenirs for sale at sex ships, there are sex streets and heck, there's even a sex forest. every night, gendarmes have to patrol the forest to make sure prostitutes are taking advantage of it or er, being taking advantaged of in it...
i honestly couldn't resist the yellowness of this façade
dead centre in parisian traffic