August is my favorite month in Paris. Half the Parisians are out of town--which means much les traffic and a more relaxed atmosphere--and are replaced with wide eyed tourists. Paris metamorphoses when the weather is beautiful.
Oh I miss the terasses of restaurants, the food eaten with friends late into the night, the atmosphere of romance, the sense that anything is possible.
At the moment, Paris-Plage is on. The city brings in on: Tons and tons of sand are deposited in the most surprising—not to mention historical—locations. There are activities, games, puppeteer, clowns, rock climbing and dancing. and the people watching is unsurpassed.
What do I do to get my Paris fix? I go here. Damiel, has a inquisitive and tender eye for the city. One thing about expatriates is that we marvel at things in ways locals might no longer be capable of. And I don’t know about you, but I think he’s a top notch photographer.
I also go to the English man in Paris’s blog for his selection of jokes in French and English, which are guaranteed to be in extremely poor taste, just the way I like’em.
Here are photograhs he took while visiting Paris Plage, click on each one to see details.
I’m sorry, I know we Parisian can be negative and grumpy, and I know we can have a tendency to snootiness. All of this is true, but I believe that NO one knows how to party and how to simply enjoy the small pleasures of life like the French do.
All photograhs in this post are by Damiel.