Paris In December. Time For A Scarf, Perhaps.

Admiring him from a distance.

The metro.

Hotel de Ville station, Paris.

Reflective tarmac.

Vendors at the station.

Precious cargo at Rèpublique.

Keeping warm.

Lunchtime at Place D’italie, Paris.

A lovely old duck.

This man owned this bar for 40 years. He welcomed everyone in there like an old friend, and I guess they were.

Dog walks in the rain at night.

It’s not too cold at the moment, but it’s fairly wet. The homeless people are looking a little more desperate, the streets stink less of piss and dogshit thanks to the rain, and people are finding their way under cover and inside. Sometimes the air is cold and crisp, with not a breath of wind, and sometimes it’s almost warm and wet, the european winter tropics. When it’s more than 7 or 8 degrees outside, it feels warm. This, for an Australian, is a little strange. Melbourne cold, at 10 degrees, cuts through your clothing sideways and pushes you over into a dirty puddle. I don’t know, maybe I just don’t dress appropriately in Melbourne during winter.

In Brussels a few weeks ago, and -3 felt nice and calm. My ears were cold but that was the extent of it.

Here are some photos I took last week in Paris over a few days. All of them except two were taken with the amazingly fantastic, sharp, light and snappy Canon 40mm f2.8 and all were on the Canon 6d body. I forget about this lens, but then when I put it on I’m reminded why I love it. I have much more expensive toys, but when this combination works so well, why bother with the others, especially to keep under a jacket while travelling? 40mm seems like such a good focal length too, for many different situations. Not that it can be seen in these photos, but the out of focus areas are pretty smooth too when you bring it in close to something. The other two photos were taken with the 85mm 1.8, also a lovely lens.

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