A Journey from Paris to Bordeaux
Recently, when I closed my previous exhibit N’oubliez Jamais, a retrospective of the street memorials and tributes after the Charlie Hebdo attack, I felt a sense of closure and hopefulness for Paris and all of France. Alas, that quickly faded, and in the aftermath of the savage attack on the Bataclan Theatre and surrounding cafes, I searched for healing images of the city I call my home away from home.
I asked myself what I could contribute that would begin to bring a sense of normalcy back to a city, country and people plagued by such horrific events. The answer came, as it always does for me, in photographs. My photographs of the real Paris, not the temporarily horrific Paris: Images of streets and Metro stations teaming with a harmonious polyglot of races and nationalities; the Eiffel Tower bathed in light; fish and produce markets; the Seine; cafés; châteaux and their miles of vineyards; and of course, elegant Parisiennes shopping with distinctively Gallic sang froid.