The original flaneurbanite – roaming the city and retelling it through my camera (and a few words).

  • PhotoStories | The Business of Being Parisian…2

    continued from hereLike London or Delhi or Bombay or New York, Paris is more than one city. There’s the Paris of the garish tourists, for no outsider can match the finesse and grace of the true Parisian, and there’s the Paris of the classic and nonthreatening seediness, if there’s a such a thing, in Montmartre. […]

  • PhotoStories | Paris Je T’Aime (Paris, I Love You)…(3)

    (Others in this series from Paris, here) “The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. The man who loves to lose himself in a crowd enjoys feverish delights that the egoist locked up in himself as in a box, and the slothful man like a mollusk in his shell, will […]

  • PhotoStories | Paris Je T’Aime (Paris, I Love You)….(2)

    …continued from here. In large part, what makes Paris Paris, and keeps it what it is, are the Parisians, the people of Paris. I met a few really nice ones, and spotted a few interesting ones… …like these two little boys, play-dancing on a busy street in Montmartre, oblivious to the bustle around them…   br /> …or Monsieur […]