Perhaps unsurprisingly, given our current collective mood, our Saturday jaunt to Les invalides was infused more with melancholy than our previous Invalides excursions. Typically being more along the lines of “hey, let’s go to Invalides,” after which we happily bound off into the sunset and through the entrance gates, we entered what is usually one …
It’s small and it’s very late (said trip to les Invalides occurred not this past Saturday but the Saturday before), but I feel that remaining steadfastly slothful is the best way of demonstrating my commitment to enjoying my two weeks off.
We spend enough time taking pictures of large objects at close range (and taking pictures of very large objects at medium range) that I had been considering picking up another fisheye for a while. That’s how I justified it to myself, anyway. Here’s Invalides through the eyes of a salmon, if salmon could breathe air …
Fezzik In Paris 