March in Paris, pt. 5: Les Îles

Smoke Break, Île Saint-Louis

What are you looking at?

Quack quack

Le Saint Régis

Le Saint Régis

Table for deux

Homme qui lit

Colored Doors

Vintage Jaguar

Rue Budé

Pont Louis Philippe

The two little islands nestled in the middle of the Seine have to be some of my favorite pieces of real estate in the entire city. Each arrondissement has the overwhelming feeling of being a tiny island in the middle of a big city already, a self-sufficient ecosystem providing everything you’d ever need within its boundaries (my old neighbor on Cité Veron had lived in the same building for close to 30 years, and never really felt the need to leave Montmartre, he said, save for the rare occasion). The two îles have the same sense of being a self-contained world, on a much more heightened scale. And maybe not so much the Île de la Cité, but absolutely the Île Saint-Louis. The architecture is different, the streets are smaller, and while there is no metro stop and only one bus route, walking laps around the island makes you realize there might not ever be a need to cross one of the ponts back to the other sides of the Seine. There are cheese shops and butchers and fleuristes and, seemingly most importantly, the Café Saint Régis, where I had the pleasure of having brunch with my dad’s friend John and his lovely wife one morning. My mom was so taken with the food we went back for lunch two days later, and we both agreed, as we stuffed ourselves silly, that we could easily live there. Not just in Paris, but specifically in the café. We could pitch tents and live there without a complaint in the world.

In my continued effort to not shy away from photographing people (and, er, ducks!), at lunch I snapped what may be one of my favorite photos: a man reading a book at the bar. I could start a series of French men (1) reading in restaurants (2) by themselves (3). What a hardship that undertaking would be!

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April 12, 2016 / art / photo / Travel / LEAVE A COMMENT / 3

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  • People might say, “I’d like to go back there,” or “I’d like to go back there, someday” but, I need to go back there and it’s a completely different feeling. I have tears in my eyes. I walked the streets with you and never saw some of the things you shot. These are gorgeous.
    We must start playing the lottery. As long as we never have to come up all those steps in the metro, I’ll be good there as an old lady.

  • I love your photo series! I really enjoy seeing the snapshots of Paris. For some reason I just love the one of the green car.

  • & how exquisitely, quintessentially french does that dude at the bar look!?! lovely shots..