I was walking around starstruck when I spotted this street. The young girl, just like me, stopped and stared in awe of the shrinking daylight hues. The couple hanging out in the background was picture perfect. Moments before this photo was taken he was busy taking photos of his girlfriend – no doubt blown away and more in love than ever, as the light breezed through her strawberry blond locks.
When I was planning this RTW trip, someone once asked me why I wanted to travel around the world. I replied “To see the way the afternoon light falls in other parts of the world.” Being a photographer I am addicted to watching light. The way sunlight falls and wraps itself, like a warm blanket, around everything in its path never gets old to me. Though, when I said that out loud, I imagined Venice and rural Africa in the back of my mind. I never imagined Paris. But still to this day, I have not seen light anywhere else in the world like the light in Paris.