A friend posted some photos on Facebook of a group of old friends that I used to run around with in Paris in 2007. Suddenly, well, it had been five years, the photo took on a retrospective quality, which brought on a nostalgia that immediately lead me into the depths of my file folders looking for pictures from that wonderful sojourn in Paris. Before the global financial crisis, before the end of credit, before smoking was banned in Parisian cafes and nightclubs, before the Velib made every tourist a cycling tourist..... before before. It was just golden. I had picked up a bicycle on my first day, a recommendation from my good cousin who was living there, engaged to a pompier and running a clothes store in the Marais opposite the Carreau Du Temple. It was a moment in space and time - when having arrived in Paris in the late spring (see the photos below of my bicycle) I spent my days half frozen struggling up the cobbled Champs Elysee in full traffic and then shooting across to Place Victor Hugo and onto the Trocadero. A time when I was free to spend an entire day cruising the streets on my bicycle without a helmet, exploring the nooks and crannies, singing carelessly to my mp3 player because I was in Paris and no one knew me to shame me and rob me of my enjoyment. It was a moment in time.
|A Paul And Joe shirt I received for my birthday and a YSL jacket which was pink when I bought it... stained green from French food after one month.|