Paris, je t'aime.

Paris is a muse. A blank canvas on which you paint what you like. Picasso abstracted it. Hemmingway romanced it. Recently, 18 directors filmed their own take on the it.

The city is yours for the taking. For the some it's a way to escape the pace of New York and play chess in the afternoons. Others see as it as more posh than Melbourne, or more exciting than British Columbia. Somewhere without husbands or parents or cares.

To me it was sleeping late, riding the tube and an endless alleyway of art galleries.

Here are a few photos from the trip:

I didn't go inside.

La fille dans la veste rouge.

This is a desk.

Art.

Sky blue sky.

Nineteen Eighty Six.

The greenest building in all of France.

Perfect.