I was writing about Africa this morning, and I got distracted by some photography I took while I was living in Paris this past autumn. Through out my travels, I’ve been trying to work on my skills as a photographer (although my seventeen year old sister still beats me when she starts spouting stuff about the “the rule of thirds” and whatnot), and here are some of the fruits of that success.
Many of you heard about the strikes in France that were happening in response to governmental changes in retirement policy. This, in fact, is not unique to France, and it wasn’t even as violent or scary as the news reports made it out to be. It sure was a pain in the ass that my metro service was unreliable, but beyond that (and some stupid hooligans lighting cars on fire), it was peaceful.
In any case, here are some photographs of a massive march that occurred just outside of my apartment, in the seventh arondissement near the Eiffel Tower and Invalides.