The Texan and I have a growing collection of old photographs and photo albums (it all started many years ago with Miriam and Hans - my first blog post, no less!), and I'd say at least three-quarters of them are holiday snaps. It seems to me that, at least for those that could afford it, holidays in the 1930s, 40s and 50s were obligatorily well documented - each photo carefully composed and cropped, and then lovingly placed at perfect right-angles in a photo album, saved for a rainy day of reminiscing. Now those photos live underneath my coffee table, and occasionally the Texan and I will pull them out and flick through these familiar strangers' holiday snaps, making up funny narratives as we do.
It makes me sad to think that our holiday snaps of today never seem to make it into an album - who will be there in 60 years' time to make up narratives about our trip to Paris?! I suppose in a way this little blog is the 21st century's version of a photo album, but a computer screen doesn't quite feel the same, does it?
These are just the tip of the iceberg of the photos we took in Paris (there's a second instalment to come on Sunday, I couldn't narrow them down to a single blog post so I do hope you don't get bored of these!). What a beautiful city! A particular highlight for me was meeting the sweetest (and itchiest, eww!) French Terrier at Le Pure Cafe - the Texan and I took the same walk as Céline and Jesse and ended up having tea at exactly the same table as they did - aww.