The Love Story Part 14 - The Paris Prince
Ah, Paris.
The romance of Paris is not about romantic love. It’s the art it
exudes in all its forms - paintings, sculpture, architecture. It’s in the
history that seeps from its walls. The stories that echo in its chandeliered
foyers. The appreciation of beauty. The leisurely pace. The love of living.
What better way to celebrate Paris and all its beauty than through
photography? I am very fortunate to have my great friend J, a fellow
photographer, here living in the very heart of Paris, just a moment's walk from The
Arc de Triomphe. We spend each day walking and photographing and sometimes just
being tourists visiting iconic spots, and partaking in the great Parisian
pastime of shopping for clothes, which J is surprisingly good at.
We traverse the city scouting its best locations, where we shoot from
bridges and great landmarks; the Eifel Tower at sunset, and the Louvre at
sunrise.
Pont Alexandre III and all of its gold-gilded glory is the chosen location for our sunset photography this particular night. I struggle for inspiration, pacing and searching before finally settling myself at the south end of the bridge with a view down the Seine toward the Place de la Concorde and its 18th-century obelisk.
As I begin setting up my tripod and camera, a strikingly handsome man
saunters over and asks for my advice on how he might take a better photo with
his phone. He is debonair, reminiscent of a 1920s film star and assumes the air
of an Arabian Prince. His peering brown eyes and smooth, sophisticated voice disquieted
me somewhat and my immediate response is a fight or flight one. I look around
for J but he is deep in conversation with another photographer. I smile blankly
as my mind deliberates. I’m hardly dressed for such a rendezvous, this is a
stranger, and I’m missing the sunset. Stop. I take a moment. As my thoughts
quieten, I decide to abandon my unfruitful efforts at photographing the sunset and continue
our conversation, after all, this is the start of the new me and well, this is Paris.
The story goes, his family hails from Morrocco where they own an Olive
dynasty. He and his sister were sent to Paris to study. She is a lawyer and he,
a Doctor. I became lost in the exoticness of his story so when it was finally
time to part and he suggested we meet the following day for lunch, I agreed.
Already embodying beauty, art and history, could love
now be included in its list of attributes? Paris, the city of love.
The story continues...here
Read from the beginning here..
THE AUTHOR
As it does, life took a devastating sideways turn for me. With fierce determination, I quit my teaching job, shut down my photography business, packed up my apartment, hired an agent and rented it out on Airbnb, bought a ticket to London and embarked on an adventure of discovery, both about the world and myself. I’ve learned a great deal about people, places and myself. I’m happy that you are here for the ride. Nina x
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