I happened upon a rare moment in one of the busiest places in Paris... a moment that makes you look 'round in disbelief. I was alone! It took a second for me to become conscious that there was no one in the room with me. I pulled out my camera in an effort to capture my experience in an image. While I am happy with my images, there's no way a photograph can encapsulate that smell of musty books mingling with dust, nor the sound of the creaking floor. What a photograph cannot tell you, I can remember simply by looking at it. I sense that this is one of those moments that in the future when I look at these images I will instantly be taken back to that very moment. Where I will hear the sounds I heard outside the window along the bank of the Seine, where the smell of those musty books will creep back into my nose and I will remember that it took a moment for my eyes to adjust as I moved from one room to the next.
I heard a person remark that it is the kind of place that reminds you of a movie set. For me, it's the kinda place I have always dreamt of being a proprietor of.
"That book is not for sale- (idiot).... Manny- Wine, now!"
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful, Jen. While this image won't invoke your memory for me, I appreciate it's value to you immensely. What it does do for me is just as enjoyable as strawberry cheesecake, when you slowly take the fork from your tongue through your lips, eyes closed, savouring... This image textured just like that.