When we traveled to Paris in October of 2003 I took along the book A Place in the World Called Paris, edited by Steven Barclay and Illustrated by Miles Hyman, Chronicle Books, 1994. The book is a treasure trove of literary references to Paris and served as a lens for how I saw the city that trip. As I organized my photographs, the words I had read replayed in my mind, and I used the quotations to illustrate our scrapbook. I now share some of my inspirations here!

Rooftops and Dream Clouds of Paris
“Things felt oddly bigger to me in Paris. The sky was more present than in New York, its whims more fragile. I found myself drawn to it, and for the first day or two I watched it constantly-sitting in my hotel room and studying the clouds, waiting for something to happen. These were northern clouds, the dream clouds that are always changing, massing up into huge gray mountains, discharging brief showers, dissipating, gathering again, rolling across the sun, refracting the light that always seems different.

Ordinary and Iconic Paris
The Paris sky has its own laws, and they function independently of the city below. If the buildings appear solid, anchored in the earth, indestructible, the sky is vast and amorphous, subject to constant turmoil. For the first week, I felt as though I had been turned upside-down.

Under a momentary October blue sky, the Hotel de Ville is illuminated.
This was an old world city, and it had nothing to do with New York- with its slow skies and chaotic streets, its bland clouds and aggressive buildings.

The beauty of an urban park as seen from Notre Dame.
I had been displaced, and it made me suddenly unsure of myself. I felt my grip loosening, and at least once an hour I had to remind myself why I was there.” from The Locked Room, by Paul Auster, 1986

The everchanging light of the sky in Paris, as seen from Notre Dame

The sunlight illuminated the Seine, if only for a moment!