There is something special about finding a home away from home. The very fist time I visited Paris I knew that I would spend a considerable amount of time there throughout my life, and have visited almost once a year ever since. I know it's a cliché to fall in love with this city, but there's just something about it that really appeals to me. I've always been blessed with blue skies and hot days and have secretly been wishing to see my beautiful city in the rain. Just because. This time the weather Gods really delivered and Charlotte and I spent our first night caught by a thunder storm, and ate our dinner outside at little café with pouring rain and lighting surrounding us. Luckily it cleared up just in time for us to stay dry while walking home.
Something strange happens with the light when the sky is covered by clouds. Sometimes the clouds are soft and pillowy, and feels like a big soft box. Other times they are heavy and dark, and there are moments of incredible light before everything turns into a grey mess. We got plenty of grey mess, and not so much great light, but this city looks gorgeous dressed in any kind of light imaginable.
I've always thought that Paris was the perfect city, but it sure did show me a different side this time that makes me both really happy to be home, but very restless at the same time. As if I want to go back to prove that it was just having bad week, that we are not falling out of love but just really getting to know each other.
The moments where the clouds parted gave us a stunning, warm sunlight and made our hearts a little happier. Photographing Charlotte is absolutely wonderful. In any kind of light, situation or setting she is sweet and beautiful and absolutely stunning.
Let's pretend it's not raining outside.