In my first week here I have often opted to walk to my various destinations, often leading to welcome detours where I found myself on a funny little hidden street or one I once knew very well (as along the canal St Martin above). Here I am surprised to feel like perhaps I never actually left. So little has changed, I might have last lived here only a month ago. And so I take a moment to wonder in what ways I have changed and cannot help but feel I have been myself forever.
Something new, apres tout. Locks- of love it would seem based on their sharpie inscriptions, along the Pont des Arts.
Painter in the 6th. I am waiting for a crepe as I steal this shot.
Follow the rules. On the Quay de la Seine.
La Seine
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