I went to a ton of countries in 1997. One of those was France, specifically, Paris.
Paris has superpowers; Paris exerts a mercurial force field. This old city has such compelling cultural connotations and aesthetic pheromones, such a nostalgically beguiling cast list, that it defies judgment." - A.A. Gill, Vanity Fair, April 2011
I titled this post "To love travel is to love pain" because I'm noticing the level of discontent being well traveled is creating within my life. What excites the average person seems to pale in comparison to the wayfaring stranger. It's hard to find joy, at least for me, in the mundane when I've had so many exceptional opportunities to color my memories with. Here are a few from but one of those opportunities!
It's hard for me to imagine a life without photos like this. What would I have taken photos of at 17 if I weren' taking these? I don't know and frankly, I don't want to know.
There are perils of being a traveler, one of them being the suffering when travel isn't an option. I guess I'm stuck in that right now. Thankfully I have these photos to remind me who I am and where I came from at times like this.