Facebook keeps reminding me that I was in Paris 4 years ago today and, on the one hand, I appreciate that. It’s nice to be greeted at the top of my newsfeed with a smiling photo of me and my mother. We had such a lovely time on that trip. On the other hand, it makes me nostalgic, and a little jealous of past-Emma, and also, didn’t I tell facebook to turn off that feature?
Anyway, I was looking through my photos from Paris and I stumbled across the one at the top of this post. I can’t remember anything about this part of the city or the moment I took this shot… but isn’t it lovely? Don’t you wish you were there? One of my favorite things to do when I travel is wander neighborhoods and people watch and admire architecture and take photos. So, even though I don’t know anything about this street, when I look at this picture I feel a little wistful. I can imagine how I felt when I was there — the pleasant surprise of looking down a cross-street, seeing something unexpected, and pausing to capture it.