Some of you wanted to see Paris through my eyes. To be sincere, I don’t have loads of photos to share with you. When you’ve been to Paris more than fifty times, you no longer bother taking photographs of the perennial beauty that surrounds the city. Rather, you want to capture the brief moments of joy, rapture, and happiness in your natural element, and make them last forever.
To me, Paris is not merely a beautiful city with lots of culture – it’s my second home, a counterpart to my life in Oslo. It’s a place in which I can find my grandmother’s urn and my great-aunt’s grave in the Père-Lachaise cemetery. I’ve spent almost every Christmas holiday in Paris and grew up with Bûche de Noël and Galette des Rois. Paris is the perfect place for annual family reunions. Most of my childhood was divided between Paris and Oslo. I still travel to Paris frequently but alas not as often as I tended to. And every time I go back to France, I bring my camera to capture those brief moments with my beloved family, relatives, and friends (and food!). Nonetheless, I wanted to show you some snippets of Paris through my eyes. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.