It's funny, the way life works, the amount of attachment one an form in a few days, hours, minutes.
I have only spent two weeks in France; but, I feel like I have lived there forever.
I was reading a book the other day, about Paris.
And it made me sad, to the point where I almost cried.
I realized I missed it, it was part of who I am.
Cliche I know, but cliches are sometimes true.
And it was not about the great monuments, or how famous it is.
It's simply about Paris.
This is a shot of simplicity, a canal along 'la rue' on the 16th arrondissement.
Nothing fancy, no tourists, no souvenir shops, just life along the bank.