I know Key West Race Week is almost over and I have not uttered a word about it. I am so immersed is the wonders of the world, race week just does not seem as appealing. I will always have a love of boats, yacht design, construction, but.
There is no end of the shapes and sights in Paris or any of the other places I have seen over the last weeks.
I am absolutely looking forward to the transatlantic race this summer from Newport to England.
Certain images evoke larger concepts or thoughts; here are some images that for some of us are those of parisien life.
Paris was, long before Charlie Hebdo on high alert. Apart from the immediate aftermath, things seems to be as they were. The only noticeable change was the closing of the tower at the Sacre Coeur.
We have been in the African, Muslim, Jewish and Hindu neighborhoods of Paris. We clearly stood out. There was no other particular tension.
The greatest stir was the fact that I had a camera and the drug dealers were not pleased about that. That however is true everywhere all the time.
Today, the first chapter of “Charlie Hedbo” is finished. There is more to come. Life is many parts of Paris continued as if nothing had occurred; in other places there were hostages. In the streets there was non-the-less a certain tension. Anytime I was near someone with a gun, I could not walk fast enough.
As many of you may be aware that 12 people were killed today in Paris at the offices of “Charles Hedbo”, a satirical magazine that had been poking fun at the Muslim religion.
I have had inquiries from many asking if we are safe and the answer is yes. I was in a museum not far from the event; heard lots of police sirens and thought nothing of it; that is, until the director of the museum came to me and asked if I was aware of the events that had taken place. The response was swift. Police and Gendarmes on every corner and any place people congregated.
I will note that through the christmas holiday Paris was on a heightened alert. Armed police and army everywhere. Unfortunately, today was the day.
I set out today looking for the building in the final photographs. I had seen it some years ago, but could not remember where. Not only did I find it, but near another wonderful place: “le train bleu”
Weather has a profound effect on everything we do. the way we dress, what we decide to do in a day. Where is decide to do it. How we decide to do it. Whether we like it or not weather is a primary concern.
Walking in Paris today in the rain changed everything. I was more protective of my camera, which in turn changed the way I took photographs; or if I would even choose to take one.
The weather cleared for a time, so I thought I would risk waiting in line and climbing (386 steps up and then down) the tower of Notre Dame. Fortune smiled on me and the day cleared even more and I was able to see for the first time the view and the fantasy of the stone carvers of Notre Dame. It is not a stretch get from these gargoyles to fairy tales. And what must have gone through the minds of the men carving these beasts. What a treat.
The remarkable exhibit of Marcel Duchamp at the Centre Pompidou was another thought provoking event. The models of Frank Gehry’s work resemble what my 3-4 year old grandchildren might create. There is no denying the finished product,but what courage the client exhibited by deciding to go forward based on what they were shown.
The day ended with a treat to the boys choir of St. Eustache singing christmas carols. Just as remarkable are the acoustics of the church of that size; not swallowing those delicate voices.