Mea Culpa: No protesters!/no había manifestantes!/pas des manifestants!

Since I got to France I just haven't had the motivation to write for pleasure. Because I have been short on words, I'll include some photos I took today while biking around Paris.

on Saint-Honoré Street/en la calle Saint-Honoré/au rue Saint-Honoré

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Desde que llegué a Francia simplemente no tenía la motivación para escribir únicamente por el placer. Ya que he estado corto de palabras recientemente, acá están unas fotos que saqué mientras estaba vagando por Paris esta tarde.

By the Lourve/Por el Lourve/Par le Lourve

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Depuis que je suis arrivé en France je n'avais pas la motivation d'écrire uniquement pour le plaisir. Mais puisque dernièrement j'ai été brève des mots, voici quelques photos que je pris cet après-midi pendant je fis du vélo à travers Paris.

Place Georges Pompidou

14 July

On Bastille Day I found myself a delightful voyeur at the French Embassy in Washington, DC. Although I was with a large group of friends, I was rather detached and busied myself with absorbing all the colors; there were so much to take in, the history of 14 July, La Marseillaise, and all the cheese, pâté, wine, champagne, music, and dancing!

On events like this I often find myself conflicted; do I let go, have fun, and be with friends or focus on taking photos? Not that I take great pictures, but to document my experiences, I often find myself stepping back and removing myself from the event and location. It is as if I am looking at what is happening through a frame or a television rather than experiencing it myself. I didn't have a camera on Bastille Day, but I wanted to record everything in my head.