Paris

Returned from Paris yesterday. Now can someone please explain to me how France made it to the top of Yahoo's "The World's Rudest Nations for Travelers" list?After reading this I was expecting the very worst. To my surprise I met nothing but very nice people. Okay, I didn't drive a car there and I tried not to act like a (sorry) total idiot tourist. Walked lots of streets, asked for directions, sit in cafes, bought things..everybody was super friendly and helpful. Not fake friendly, just friendly. One night being stuck after learning that the Metro stops operating at 1 in the morning, I even got to share a long taxi ride with a local and didn't even have to pay anything. That's more than you could ask for. Good, there was this one pickpocket who unsuccessfully tried to trick me, but I don't think such individuals should be counted to the group of rude average people.Makes me wonder if you guys made different experiences as tourists in France.

A job your mom wouldn't want you to do

Seen in Bangkok, Thailand.

Lonely Snowman at Flatiron

"So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before all this damage is done"Of course these strong lines are not mine. That's Arcade Fire.

Laundry Day

Believe it or not, I also did some laundry today.

Cigarette Break

This one is from New York.

If you like pictures like these you probably also like the paintings of Kim Cogan. Here is a sample. I came across his amazing work on Pinterest and became a fan right away. Here is a board I made.

(c) Kim Cogan

Genoa

The city of Genoa in Italy. VERY interesting place for photography if you ask me. Dark, complex, exhausting. While approaching it from the highway it looked menacing to us. I was reminded of this scene in Inception where the city folds in on itself. Remember that? You might walk around and think you've seen everything, and then you find yourself on a steep edge, looking down at more magnificent parts of the city on different levels right below your feet. The child in me is fascinated. The adult in me might just describe it as "very steep".