BW Photo Contest - Nostalgia - Entry 1 - A page passed

It was the first moments tasting the air and catching the escaping heat of the day that was, the first sight of scenery already familiar, the first steps along pavements millions have already tread. But, we were alone, surrounded by people, still, just the two of. This was our entry into Paris, the start of a memory yet to be recorded.

We walked aimlessly yet were being led. First to the Seine and then along its high-walled banks. We stopped along the way as for me, every shot was necessary to consume. What if my memory fades further, what if it is taken from me? Once in the frame of the viewfinder, it is mine for always.

We came across books, 20 or 30 paperbacks in small piles along the river wall. French literature, worn and well-read left for whoever is interested to take, or to while the time away on the nearby bench under the gaze of the city. I thought to claim one as mine, a souvenir of the moment but, it seemed wrong to disturb them as they rested, waiting for their chance to brighten the eyes and engulf their next victim, the next reader. Instead, I committed the scene to memory through the lens and moved along.

The page turned and we walked onto Pont Des Arts, Lover's Bridge.

Taraz
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