Bridge of Shadows

It was mostly cloudy in Paris last month, but
there was one morning . . . I was going to an exhibit
of Brassaï's photos and stalked shadows
all the way from St. Germain and across the
Pont d'Arcole to the Hôtel de Ville.
(As expected, Brassaï's work was inspiring—
but mostly humbling.)

[To see more Sunday shadows, go here.]