Paris
Paris. I knew it long before I met it but I did not recognize it when I saw it.
Paris was the first place I visited after Romanians regained the freedom to travel, the first shot of Western fragrance after the grey smell of the Communism.
In 1993, a friend sent me “the invitation”. I had to wait 3 weeks for my visa, waiting in line at the French Embassy. I flew on one the only 3 Airbuses purchased by our democratic government. So here I am at the CDG airport and then on the way to our home of Defense. In the beginning I was struck by the first images of Paris that resembled more an American city with sky-scrappers and modern architecture. The city does not look like the one I knew from books and movies.
My confusion was dispelled the very next day when equipped with a map, a subway subscription, two Nikon F 800s and 4 boxes of Fuji film I started my great adventure in the “City of Lights”. I was searching for my everlasting Paris. The Paris of Cartier-Bresson, Brassai and Doisneau.
Paris
Paris. I knew it long before I met it but I did not recognize it when I saw it.
Paris was the first place I visited after Romanians regained the freedom to travel, the first shot of Western fragrance after the grey smell of the Communism.
In 1993, a friend sent me “the invitation”. I had to wait 3 weeks for my visa, waiting in line at the French Embassy. I flew on one the only 3 Airbuses purchased by our democratic government. So here I am at the CDG airport and then on the way to our home of Defense. In the beginning I was struck by the first images of Paris that resembled more an American city with sky-scrappers and modern architecture. The city does not look like the one I knew from books and movies.
My confusion was dispelled the very next day when equipped with a map, a subway subscription, two Nikon F 800s and 4 boxes of Fuji film I started my great adventure in the “City of Lights”. I was searching for my everlasting Paris. The Paris of Cartier-Bresson, Brassai and Doisneau.
