I went to Paris during the spring break of my senior year for a few days.
It was March and I was reading Albert Camus for a class on existentialist literature. There is no better way to read Camus than by sitting on the bank of the Seine with warm Parisian light streaming over your shoulder onto the page. Perhaps it made me the most stereotypical English major in the world but I geeked out reading The Fall and imagining Jean-Baptiste Clamence’s choice while standing on Le Pont Royal in the heart of the city as the sun set.
Like when I went to Jamaica, I left my my digital gear at home and brought only an old Pentax K-1000 and a roll of Kodak Ultra Max 400. Limiting myself to 24 shots helped me truly enjoy what I was seeing in the city, rather than spending the entirety of my short trip staring through a viewfinder.