La feria et la fin.

~ After my travels in Spain, Portugal, and Morocco, I made it a priority to return to my home town of Nîmes one last time before leaving. I wanted to see the spirit of the city awaken and animate the streets for the week-long festival.

Le sable, la lumière...



My stay in Europe had to come to an end, finally. It really was another life, so much more than pictures, more than stories. It was:

~ windswept cities of empty Sunday streets

~ the familiar chime in the stations of hurrying trains

~ the silent romance of the Seine

~ the blue layers of the Mediterranean beneath the sky

~ hot wine cradled through Christmas markets

~ smiling faces of the friends made on buses, trains, and planes

~ Danish pastries along the gray canals of Kristianshavn

~ Japanese tourists illuminating the Christmas Eve monuments of London

~ snow falling on the Pyrenées, New Year's Eve

~ all-night dancing and the lighted streets of Pamplona

~ rosy country fields of central Portugal

~ the minty breath and cumin of the markets of Fès

~ the splayed heart of Paris that recedes with increasing elevation...