Saturday, December 19, 2009

Paris, je t'aime!

Fall semester of my fourth year was when I actually made use of my sketchbook as a sketchbook. I guess I kind of had to - it was going to be part of our grade for our time abroad. It was September 1, 2001, and I had made my way to Paris alone (via 3 planes, 1 bus and 1 taxi ride) to meet up with the rest of my class the following day. One of the first stops we made was to the Pompidou Centre, where upon arriving to the top floor via escalator, I turned, and took in the sweeping view of the Paris skyline. It was so bizarre, so unreal, so completely amazing. I cracked open my new yellow velvet sketchbook (yes, it was yellow velvet), uncapped my new (cheap) fountain pen, shook my rusty hand out a few times, and got ready to be inspired.
  

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