My first week in Paris was kind of blue. I spent a lot of time walking in the rain, trying to find a place with inexpensive coffee to hide in and write. The city with its cold white skies seemed unapproachable, almost hostile, it is only in at dusk, during the blue hour when it started to come alive and I began taking pictures.
Take off. I was flying from Amsterdam to Glasgow. I had to wake up at 5am to get to the airport, the blue hour just began as I got on the airplane. Some girl was sitting on my seat. She asked me if she can sit there. I said no. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but this was the window seat. In the end her and her boyfriend ended up sitting together and I had my window seat. Which was great because while they were snoring next to me I got to see and capture some amazing views.
I experienced 3 sunrises, which is something my tired brain could not comprehend. Anyway, hope you’ll like the photos.