In this strange, modern world in which we live, we travel vicariously: in our minds and in our memories. My particular means of transport is my collection of negatives: photographs I too fifty or so years ago. They not only remind me of a time in my life, but also of people, crowds, cars, noise: the very stuff of life as it used to be lived. Until the next time.
These three pictures were taken in Paris in 1973.
Nice shots, Alan. It always amuses me that people seem to see Paris in their minds as a dreamy, flower-veiled place of dreams, overlooked by the Eiffel Tower (mostly imagined a la Renoir), when actually it's a busy, bustling place teeming with busy, bustling people. Your shots and Gershwin's American in Paris bring out that bustling reality. Good work!
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