Still in jolly old England for the moment. Since I last checked in, I’ve spent plenty more time in Oxford and also hopped a plane for Paris and spent a lovely weekend with my husband there. Paris makes London seem inexpensive, so there’s that. But otherwise, it was quite impressive, if not overwhelmingly “romantic”, as the books and movies and such would have you believe. It’s nice to be back “home” anyway, at Oxford. George expressed regret that we didn’t take a side-trip from Paris, to complete the trip-ception (I do hope some of you are picking up on this reference.)
First, some random frames from Oxford:
I had clearly done a piss-poor job on the previous post with showing you what Oxford looks like. It looks like this:
Obligatory Eiffel Tower and George-and-me-on-the-Eiffel-tower tourist photos:
Notre Dame. I loved how none of the other signs were in Japanese.
Multiple people taking photos with iPads. Who carries around an iPad on their tourism trips? These folks. There’s definitely a post to be written about how trying to take pictures of everything prevents you from actually enjoying the thing in the moment. Just cameras… everywhere… of everything. One lady was literally taking a picture of each stained-glass window, even though they all pretty much looked the same. She wouldn’t stop and look at each one to admire it, she’d just take the photo and move on. We live in a weird time.
More random from Paris and, naturally, I went a bit overboard with compositions in the modern art museum.
And, finally, from this morning back in Oxford. Looking forward to one more day here before I head into London. Then second-shooting a wedding in a castle (!) and then a glorious week in Belgium. Yes, when I travel, I do it big. Until next time!