RANDOM PARIS

​Photos © Jane Sandilands

I met Paris quite late in my life. The man I later came to love asked me to meet him there. Paris in springtime. City of Light. City of Love. City of sweeping vistas, architecture beautiful enough to make you weep, landmarks so familiar they need no labels. City of expectations. In that first visit, I looked at the obvious, unmistakable glory of Paris.
 
This was the first visit of several, and each time I would see a little more, looking sideways, down a small street, or from the corner of a bistro. While I basked in those warm spring days, I came to love the winters, the crisp, dark shapes of bare trees, the drama of the light closing in at dusk
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Over the years, Paris became almost familiar. I still got lost, of course, but that’s because of the distractions. On every street, every boulevard, every corner, there is something to see.