I’m back to my cluttered desk and wheezing laptop after a marvellous week visiting my friend Helen in Berlin and exploring Paris for the first time. One of the pleasures of exploring a city on your own is that you can let your feet stroll and your mind wander wherever they want to go. I walked across Paris for mile upon mile, hours upon days, visiting the classic tourist traps and also trying to discover some of the more subtle, under-exposed elements of Paris. I soon found that when my camera was visible, I was pestered as a tourist weighed down by an aura of euro signs (“Where are you from? What is your name?”), but with my camera hidden I was asked for directions and proffered election propaganda, so brilliant and effortless my disguise as a Parisian. Ah, the joys of going incognito!
As troublesome as taking photos was, I was never beleaguered when I took out my sketchbook and watercolours to try to capture a little piece of Paris on paper. The results are nothing special, but each painting transports me back to those few moments of stillness and contemplation when I took the weight off my tired, tourist feet and splashed some colour on the page. Together, they make up my pictorial diary of my time in Paris.
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