Zion...

I could get used to this. 

Pont de l'Alma...

Pont de l'Alma is one of those places in Paris I pass by all the time on my way to other places, but rarely ever stop at. For some reason I have always had a very vivid memory of when Princess Diana died of this tunnel and the column divider wall down the middle. I have no idea why this is. A lot of friends live on this side of town so when we go out and take taxis they almost always have to go through this tunnel, and every time I think about what happened here as our taxi speeds along this narrow road. Also, random fact I learned when I stopped today to take this picture, but the liberty flame is the same scale as the one on the Statue of Liberty. It doesn't seem very big in person, and although I have never been to the Statue of Liberty, I always imagined that the flame would be bigger than this one. 

Waiting While The World Goes By...

So I've come to the conclusion that I don't take nearly enough pictures documenting my everyday life. Of course, now comes the time that I talk about how I want that to change, and that I will post a picture each day of something I did, and how it gives me the fun task of coming up with original names for pictures... then we wait and see how long I can do it before I get bored and go back to not blogging about anything... or how long I can go lugging around my big ol' camera before my back gives out... whichever comes first... 

Anywho, waiting for the bus to come and take me home at Porte de Saint-Cloud out in the boonies (or the 16th, I prefer boonies) where I was visiting a friend (lucky for them I'm a good friend for traveling all the way out there!). I've come to the conclusion that the metro is just to crowded for my taste, so I've started taking the bus everywhere I go. It's also a much more scenic way to travel around Paris, and you get to know your way around the city really well.

Rue de la Ferronnerie...

I'm pretty used to having my picture taken by street style bloggers, but normally it is something that happens only around the fashion weeks, while I'm in fashionable parts of town, doing fashionable things. Not today though. Literally walked out of my apartment building on my way to work, when up came the photographers to the french style blog WallDress. I'm quite flattered considering I threw on my trench for the impending rain, and clearly didn't have time to steam my shirt, but thanks for thinking I was looking stylish (or gothic with a lot of structure as they said [I take that as a big compliment]).