I never was very good at collage. It would have been so much easier to just save this post for today. Oh well - Happy 4th of July!
Showing posts with label Maggie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maggie. Show all posts
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Flying the Colors
There's no reason why we can't be both patriotic and Francophilic (that's not a disease, just in case you were wondering). So here's our attempt at an abstract American flag photo collage.



































I never was very good at collage. It would have been so much easier to just save this post for today. Oh well - Happy 4th of July!
I never was very good at collage. It would have been so much easier to just save this post for today. Oh well - Happy 4th of July!
Labels:
Archives Nationales,
Art,
Blue,
Colors,
food,
Galeries Lafayette,
Graffiti,
Louvre,
Lyon,
Maggie,
Museums,
Opéra,
Parc des Buttes Chaumont,
Patterns,
Red,
Restaurants,
Trains
Monday, June 14, 2010
Watch Out, Paris
With a week and a half to go before our departure, Maggie finally took a leap of faith and climbed up on a Vélib'.
For a long time, she had been hesitant to ride, in part because Vélib' bikes are heavy and slightly awkward, but more because Parisian traffic can be frighteningly intense. I never worried about either of these things, mostly because I don't have Maggie's common sense and preservation instincts.
Ultimately, Maggie rode one Vélib' to a movie theater nearby, and another one back to our apartment, all without incident. When we go back to Paris, maybe she'll feel more comfortable with the bike and with Parisian traffic. And then . . .
. . . Oh, the places she'll go!
For a long time, she had been hesitant to ride, in part because Vélib' bikes are heavy and slightly awkward, but more because Parisian traffic can be frighteningly intense. I never worried about either of these things, mostly because I don't have Maggie's common sense and preservation instincts.
Ultimately, Maggie rode one Vélib' to a movie theater nearby, and another one back to our apartment, all without incident. When we go back to Paris, maybe she'll feel more comfortable with the bike and with Parisian traffic. And then . . .
. . . Oh, the places she'll go!
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