These are the last pictures I'll post of Paris, and probably the most meditative photos I took there. Much of Paris is as you might think it's always been. The citizens float miniature sailboats across the fountains in the Tuileries, one of the most gorgeous open urban spaces in the world. Crowds pepper the tiered levels of stairs and benches before Sacre Coeur in the Montmartre district, while the late afternoon sun tosses their shadows lazily across the grass. It's all too insanely beautiful. Yet there is even art in something as simple as the symmetry of an underground tunnel adjacent to the Seine. Perhaps it is all due to context. As you observe the busy road descend into the gaping mouth of the Pont L'Alma tunnel, the last look at Paris that Princess Diana ever had, you realize more than ever that you are just a speck in a moment one late afternoon in a cool February not unlike many others.
