7:30 September morning in Paris. Only me on the streets with a few street cleaners.
I should be taking pictures, and this is what I wanted to do this morning. But I have arrived here to discover that the battery for my camera is still charging five floors up in my hotel several blocks away. And the sweet light is so fleeting. By the time I return for it and find myself back at the St Regis, the buildings will be blinding in the sun and the crowds planning to climb the tower of Notre Dame will be crossing the bridges. I have my iPhone, and its camera will have to do this morning.
And so, I accept my blunder, sit back and sip my coffee slowly. Tomorrow will bring another morning, and I hope it will be as calm and serene as this one.