Little known fact: I have a ten year plan for my photography career. One of the items in my plan was to travel to Europe for work. Coincidentally, one of my nearest and dearest friends was getting married in Italy, and asked me to come shoot her wedding. So since she was covering the the flight, I decided to fly out a week early, and explore Europe.
My favorite person in the the entire world lives in Paris. Her name is Lindsay. She and I met last summer in Denver through a mutual friend, where we quickly hit it off and became drinking partners for the entire summer. Originally I was supposed to come see her in April/May, but the wedding made me push my plans back. After an eight hour flight I made my way into the heart of Paris, via train, and tried to navigate my way around, to no avail. I was supposed to meet up with Lindsay at the airport, as she was traveling back from Nebraska, but her flight was delayed four or five hours. So I decided to go out and explore by myself. My thinking was that If I could handle New York, I could handle anything. Wrong!!!!!!! I was completely and utterly lost.
After wandering the city for most of the day, I eventually met up with Lindsay and her boyfriend, then with her friend Homero, and his partner Brett. I was not prepared for the party that was going on in the streets and alleyways.
On my second day in Paris, Lindsay decided to play tour guide. She took me to some of her must see spots, including the Sacre-Coure. The area around it is full of artists, musicians, and amazing food.
After a long day of eating and drinking, I had to get to a hostel. I was tired and ready to just go to sleep until three Scottish kids introduced themselves to me, and then peer pressured me into staying up and drinking with them. Next thing I know, we're doing shots with the rest hostel and getting to know each other. At about 1 a.m., seven of us decided to take a walk up to an area that overlooked all of Europe.
This was my final day in Paris, and I wanted to see as much as possible. Lindsay and I probably walked over fifteen miles that day. We tried to see the Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at one of the museums, but it was closed that day. Later on that afternoon, I decided to put my camera away and experience the rest of the day without it.
Upon my return to the hostel, I met up with the same group of people that I was drinking with the night before. We played drinking games, and then decided to do an impromptu photoshoot outside, before saying farewell to one another.
The next morning, Lindsay and I decided to go to lunch before my train left for Amsterdam. We decided that it would probably be better to drink our lunch instead. This is how we always say goodbye to each other.