Paris

At times of hunger and naivete, this is quite possibly one of the most appetizing meals in existence. Consider the health rewards you can attain with this daily stratagem. I think this is when I started or rather ended drinking for the night. They sure serve beer generously in London. That is after a unsuccessful night at the strip club with the boy band manager i had met and the generous hotel shareholder or partner, he told us 'owner' but i'm sure he owns a portion of the building. why else would he just stay there to go to the strip clubs every night. its times like these when your surroundings are unfamiliar, nothing is perceived to be open and everything is worth twice what your willing to spend on it, you ponder your survival and if the food is still good? More times than none, you follow your stomach. WHile I was perusing old pictures, this particular image made me especially hungry.
London, called home by Four prestigious Football clubs of the Premier League. I wasnt prone to the fact that the jerseys at these establishments were venus fly traps for the unsuspecting loyal die-hard Arsenal fan about to start a chant. It was as though I were to walk out of there almost wanting to sing the Star Spangled Banner and getting my face pushed in for being a cock-hardy American.
strangely fitting, i usually dont change the angle of picture i upload until recently. surreal but not. Musee D'orsay. 5th Arrondissement???
Beautiful Lines and Beautiful Women. 13th Arr.
A slow and steady descent of any place always seems like a grand idea. you figure it will be half as easy on the way down. the views aren't bad either.

The echos of paris solemnly grace the cobbled tunnels of London, a faint but beautiful voice singing a melody that familiar yet strange. 50's styled american jazz sung in French ironically amidst the heart of Great Britain. The center of English culture and diaspora for thousands of years. I heard peace arise from darkness, a candle warming, gently, but undeniably my entire being.

Paris is the city of lines. I do not ever even pose the question 'why?' it is the centre for fashion. and beautiful women.

dont make an observation, make it fun and exciting. i consider myself a camera stingy bastard who wont use the camera because i was taught the value. simple images evoke powerful recollection. take the pictures but take the moment also. allow me as i provide commentary on certain pictures. climb hills if present, especially ones with scraggly dirt paths, sometimes paths barely visible without a finger to point you in the right direction, sandwiched between piles of dog poop. they always are rewarding even if you dont see anything at the top. just know that you took the path lest chosen, in the words of the great Miley Cyrus, Its the CLIIIIIIMB.