it's bittersweet when i see i photograph i don't remember taking. i would love to say that i remember every single moment that i capture, but i don't. and then i look and think really, really hard - sometimes a little fragment of experience comes back. like drawing out an old favorite shirt from the back of a cabinet.
claudia in monaco, cuddling these gorgeous flowers outside the royal palace.
some off-street in paris. taken from the bus (so many of these are taken from our silly little tour bus).
our train ride from italy to france.
flying over the alps.
the beautiful boars head in florence - it's said if you touch his mouth, you'll return to florence.
the l'arc du triomphe (and a boy's face).
driving around from nice to monaco - look at the giant cruise liner!!
the french flag from outside of our hotel room in nice. how perfect that we received this room!
the street outside our hotel room.
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