We rolled into Paris on the 2nd of October. The previous night had been spent in Reims and we had one last drive to make it to out destination. It felt both slightly was both slightly surreal and quite unremarkable at the same time. One of the joys of long drives is the opportunity for contemplation, the gentle hum of tyres and engine in the comfort of a quality of car combined with the luxury of time provide an occasion for some deeper thoughts. From an existential perspective we were just another car following the blue signs over the motorway with 'Paris' written on them. Having developed a tendency to see the world from a more global view I imagined some sort of aerial view, with a spiders web of roads centred on Paris and thousands of cars crawling along it's silken threads. One of them, quite unremarkable and comparable to all the others, was a metallic grey Alfa Romeo that had driven from afar. Inside the car things were quite different. Today we would finish our journey, reach our goal, know that we could do it. However after six months of Perth to Paris journeying from place to place had become a lifestyle and at some level it felt like just another city.
One of the great things about Paris is that, for all it's flaws, it's still quintessentially Parisian. Here are three images that capture some of what that means for us.
It's one of the most photographed objects in the world so I tried to find some new angles and viewpoints to present a fresher take on this icon.
As you can probably tell most of this blog was done retrospectively and I really wish I had recorded more as we went. Looking back on it weeks and months later when there is so many things to do and so little time I don't seem to be able to do it any justice at all. I started this website and I am determined to finish it even though been quite some months since we returned. The little car has been shipped back to Perth and continues it's to be as reliable as ever, perhaps the greatest surprise of the whole journey!