The first day, Sarah left for her strategically planned visit to the original Chanel store and sent me off on my own.
I crossed the gardens to get the required picture of the Seine with the Eiffel tower in the background, from the Pont de la Concorde.
Then I hustled up the quai to the Pont du Carrousel for a similar treatment with the Île de la Cité.
I should have gone a bridge up for both of these river views, but I had limited time. However, this was one of several times I had the transcendent feeling of how cool it was to walk as fast and far as I felt like.
Crossed back into the courtyard of the Louvre. If you go between the two colossal lines (This was at 10:30 am) you can get fairly close to the pyramid for that famous transparent view and not get your tripod in anybody's way. I saw several people quizzically look over Supper Club Shorty on top of my Manfrotto, but no one ever said anything.
Right near the museum are an arrangement of palatial garden standard geometrically trimmed hedges. I was initially put off by the green n'entrez pas tape, but then thought it gave it a bit of distinction in a John Pfahl sort of way. I was approached by a young woman who asked me where I was from and told me she was from Crimea. She was, she said, soliciting funds and petition signatures for a Deaf School in Paris. "I have a deaf nephew," I told her. I wouldn't be surprised if this was a beggar's scam, but I gave her two Euro. She never said anything about the camera either.
I was really impressed about how much stuff was still blossoming in October that far north, but then, the personnel that it took to maintain these places were usually visible somewhere in the park. They do a really nice job. It was interesting to see the ancient wooden rolling scaffolds to trim those hedges with. Didn't hear one gasoline power tool, either.
Speaking of the workers who keep the garden neatly trimmed.
I passed this variation of the Farnese Hercules. I felt a sense of inclusion that there was an old man among all the nude sculptures.
Isn't this color bizarre? It looks to me like infra-red. But that's what it really looked like. Again, kudos to those folks working the gardens. (I moved the chair in the middle of the path) During the exposure Sarah texted me that she was done and I scurried back to the hotel to hear the story.
The next morning, before they opened, we went past 31 Rue Chambon just to take a picture.
It was an unusually still day (Pinholers always notice the wind). I'm amazed that they keep these giant palms alive this far north, but it's a milder climate than we have in Wisconsin.
A tree I just thought looked French impressionist.
I'll conclude the whole Abroad series with two from Wisconsin to finish the roll.
The cats didn't destroy the house. Spenser was particularly clingy for weeks after we got home.
Sarah's treasures - safely home in the uniquely 31 Rue Chambon boxes - not destined to become cameras anytime soon.
Some with Supper Club Shorty. .27mm pinhole 35mm from 6x6cm frame on Kodak Ektar 100. The rest with The Evil Cube. .3mm pinhole 6cm from 6x6cm frame on Kodak Portra 400.