I left Paris feeling kind of worn out, like I'd done a lot of walking but not much inspired art-making. It was a lot like my first time in Venice: for the most part, I never really broke through that surface layer. (I wrote a bit about that experience in this post) I don't know why it's taken me so long to realize this, but if I want a more quiet, daydreamy time to photograph, I need to get up early--jet lag be damned!--and go wandering before the throngs hit the streets. That said, despite being out and about at peak times of day, I was happy to discover I'd made a few images that evoke the Paris I dreamed of finding. Here are a few first drafts.