My Aunt Martha recently went on a business trip to Paris. After looking at her photos, I’ve decided that, while gloomy, Paris does seem to be a city that is holding onto its historic feel (i.e., no Wal-Marts — yet, and no glaring billboards obscuring the views).
I think most travelers learn that their best photos are not those of historic landmarks, or snapshots of their traveling companions, but the random bits of whimsy they encounter, such as this one of Martha’s:
She said it was a building wrapped in plastic, in preparation for renovation. I’ve stared at it a lot, and I still can’t quite figure out what’s going on. It’s trippy.