Terrasse

An Estival Farewell

Summer is officially gone.  The trees are brown, the sun is orange gold and I wear sweatshirts to bed at night.  In homage to one of my most insane and busy summers ever I present to you the cream of my collection of Parisian sunbathers.  Toward the end of the summer - late july, early august - I began to see more and more sunbathers around town.  They were everywhere in various states of undress - park benches, stairs, chairs by the fountains, sidewalks, and grassy knolls.  And I became a shameless voyeur, recording their whereabouts gratefully undetected. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my voyeuristic labors.