There is a distinct lack of colour around the city at this time of year, so I thought what better time to take out the ole' Monochrom and get snapping?
I took a long walk this past Sunday, just me, my music, my camera, and the city. It was lovely. I'm finding that I enjoy this city much more when I block out the traffic noise and instead listen to things I like as I walk. It puts me in a much better mood, and not hearing the honking cars and buzzy scooters makes everything more relaxed. My path lead me through Villiers in the 17eme and through Parc Monceau. I saw a French Girl Guide troupe exploring the "ruins" of the park, and was so happy my from-the-hip, wasn't-even-sure-it-was-in-focus shot of them gleefully running past me came out. You guys, their uniforms...little berets and stripy neckerchiefs? I can't take it.
I carried on, the eternal flâneur, and made my way through back streets I'd not tried before. I found mail slots in windows, dead balloons holding on to bikes to hitch a ride, and empty café after empty café as presumably people were at home in the warm, instead of walking around with no gloves, freezing their digits off as I was.
I stopped by one of the aforementioned cafés and had a reviving hot beverage before making my way home. Paris in December in black and white is fine by me.