• Sydney

on paris | pt. 1

I am not a good photographer, but every once in a while I'll look at a photo and think, "dang Syd. Good on ya."

It is very difficult to explain my near-obsession with France. It's even harder to try and explain the importance this first trip to this country had for me.

In 6th grade I decided I wanted to become fluent in French. Then I just... did. And that was that.

So the steps between me buying a ticket to Paris, planning the trip, getting on the plane, then stepping into the county, the ever-sacred city I'd held in my heart so long, are all kind of a blur. The emotions leading up to it: complex and somehow subdued. Even the feeling of riding in the shuttle to my hostel isn't possible to describe. I'd wanted that experience for so long, so badly, that when it arrived I didn't know what to feel.

I was there. That was all I wanted. A few of my favorite photos from the trip below.

My favorite painting in the Musée de Marmotton Monet. Piece by Berthe Morisot.

Those red balconies!

Another photo from Musée de Marmotton Monet. I would highly recommend this museum if you're a fan of impressionism and don't like crowds. Mostly locals here, and very lovely.

Can you see Sacre Coeur (Sacred Heart of Jesus Church)?



just a heads up...

welcome to the bottom of the page! Just a heads up, these words are mine. The images are mine unless stated otherwise. I, Sydney, own them and all the rights to them. You can't have anything on this site without written permission from the owner (a.k.a. me), got it?  The internet isn't a lawless countryside. There are rules to what you can and cannot do with people's creativity. I'm glad we understand each other. 

welcome photo by the magical Rachel Grammes