Paris in words: Day 5.
It was my last day in Paris and I woke up with mixed feelings. The last days it had been pretty chilly occasionally rainy - but now it rained like crazy and it never stopped during the whole day.
I peeled myself out of the bed, and left the house early, trying to see as much as possible on my last, last day in Paris. I decided to get off the tourist track and to take the métro to Belleville to see the local market. I was a bit disappointed, because the first stands offered nothing but smelly Chinese plastic trash and sparkling synthetic clothes. Though, a bit farther down there were the smells I was looking for, fresh fish, tons of vegetables, sweet fruit and market screamers offering me everything they could (and a few marriage proposals, as well).
Unfortunately it rained that much, the market was packed and there were waterfalls splashing down on customers every few steps. I was wet to my underwear after a few minutes and had to be very careful not to drown my camera. I bought some sweet apricots and munched them on the way, than sat down in the front row of a little café and had some coffee. The gathered water on the street grew to a river and I realized that photographing wouldn't be very comfortable that day.
Anyway, I walked into sidestreets catching some great shots but probably looked like a complete idiot trying to keep my camera dry under my coat, holding an umbrella always about to flip over and having serious problems coordinating the two tasks. Since I was wet anyway, I decided I could walk back in the crazy rain, didn't look at the map but just followed random street signs on my way.
I found a sweet little thrift store in the middle of nowhere and bought the perfect Paris-in-the-Rain jacket for ridiculously cheap. Jumping over all the small and big puddles crossing my way, I headed towards home, walking for more than two hours.
Back in Rue de Panama, I packed, ate the leftover's of yesterday's dinner together with Marianne and then left to the airport to catch my flight to Vienna. I really did not want to leave.
Paris, je reviendrai.
Market snapshot.
Restaurant in Belleville.
Epic moment in the rain.
Libre Service.
Father and Son.
When streets become rivers.
Jumping puddles.
Stairway on Rue des Pyrénées.
Fish Shopping.
At the Royals by Place de Stalingrad.
Airport views at Charles de Gaulle.
All photos: Carolin Weinkopf
[Photography] [France] [Paris] [Street Photography] [Diary]
I peeled myself out of the bed, and left the house early, trying to see as much as possible on my last, last day in Paris. I decided to get off the tourist track and to take the métro to Belleville to see the local market. I was a bit disappointed, because the first stands offered nothing but smelly Chinese plastic trash and sparkling synthetic clothes. Though, a bit farther down there were the smells I was looking for, fresh fish, tons of vegetables, sweet fruit and market screamers offering me everything they could (and a few marriage proposals, as well).
Unfortunately it rained that much, the market was packed and there were waterfalls splashing down on customers every few steps. I was wet to my underwear after a few minutes and had to be very careful not to drown my camera. I bought some sweet apricots and munched them on the way, than sat down in the front row of a little café and had some coffee. The gathered water on the street grew to a river and I realized that photographing wouldn't be very comfortable that day.
Anyway, I walked into sidestreets catching some great shots but probably looked like a complete idiot trying to keep my camera dry under my coat, holding an umbrella always about to flip over and having serious problems coordinating the two tasks. Since I was wet anyway, I decided I could walk back in the crazy rain, didn't look at the map but just followed random street signs on my way.
I found a sweet little thrift store in the middle of nowhere and bought the perfect Paris-in-the-Rain jacket for ridiculously cheap. Jumping over all the small and big puddles crossing my way, I headed towards home, walking for more than two hours.
Back in Rue de Panama, I packed, ate the leftover's of yesterday's dinner together with Marianne and then left to the airport to catch my flight to Vienna. I really did not want to leave.
Paris, je reviendrai.
Market snapshot.
Restaurant in Belleville.
Epic moment in the rain.
Libre Service.
Father and Son.
When streets become rivers.
Jumping puddles.
Stairway on Rue des Pyrénées.
Fish Shopping.
At the Royals by Place de Stalingrad.
Airport views at Charles de Gaulle.
All photos: Carolin Weinkopf
[Photography] [France] [Paris] [Street Photography] [Diary]
careaux - Mon Aug 1, 13:22