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National Academy of Music and Dance, aka The Paris Opera House Our first trip to Paris was a quick one. I had to go for voiceover work, I was lucky enough to bring my best travel companion husband along. He's a musician... I was once a dancer. So it was only fitting that we capture this spot as a fanciful nod to us both. BTW, this is the same opera house from which The Phantom of the Opera story was created - that was also rebuilt by Napoleon III. Reason for the remodel; one evening, upon arriving with his wife for the premiere of a new singer, the royal procession was bombed by a group of dissenters. (some things never change) Over eighty people were killed, prompting Napoleon III to ask for an opera house with a covered side entrance where royalty could enter with discretion. The birth of Security Protocol 101. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
San Francisco Waterfront ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Ladies Who Stroll I use the word 'stroll' lightly. Because these particular ladies in the Marais neighborhood of Paris were covering some major groundage. I wondered what they were talking about, so immersed were they. Work? Clothes? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Working out? Problems of the world? I wondered if they were native Pariesiennes, or if they moved here from another land. And if they were happy there. I admired their fashion sense, as I did most of the women I saw in Paris. Then they swooped by and were gone. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
The Corner of Brasserie & Chatelet Paris It's coming up on a year since I visited Paris for the fist time. I went there to record voiceover for MotionX-GPS Drive (iPhone/iPad)... and it was a whirlwind trip. I've never actually missed a city before... but my goodness I miss Paris! [she sighs. take a moment.] So for the month of December, I'm just going to have to sprinkle my posts with some Paris goodness. You won't know where, you won't know when... and they won't all be masterpieces, they'll just be... moments that perhaps we'll enjoy together. I do loves me a moment ;-)). PS... I know there isn't actually a corner of Brasserie and Chatelet. In fact, there's even a street sign that conveniently says Quai de la Mégisserie. I mention this just in case you felt the urge to make a correction. You can relax. Roll with it. We'll all have alot of fun, probably as we make up a bunch of stuff along the way! ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Meet Me at the Creperie ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Rue du Roquette ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Ladies Who Stroll


I use the word 'stroll' lightly. Because these particular ladies in the Marais neighborhood of Paris were covering some major groundage. I wondered what they were talking about, so immersed were they. Work? Clothes? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Working out? Problems of the world? I wondered if they were native Pariesiennes, or if they moved here from another land. And if they were happy there.
I admired their fashion sense, as I did most of the women I saw in Paris.

Then they swooped by and were gone.



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Ladies Who Stroll I use the word 'stroll' lightly. Because these particular ladies in the Marais neighborhood of Paris were covering some major groundage. I wondered what they were talking about, so immersed were they. Work? Clothes? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Working out? Problems of the world? I wondered if they were native Pariesiennes, or if they moved here from another land. And if they were happy there. I admired their fashion sense, as I did most of the women I saw in Paris. Then they swooped by and were gone. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Ladies Who Stroll


I use the word 'stroll' lightly. Because these particular ladies in the Marais neighborhood of Paris were covering some major groundage. I wondered what they were talking about, so immersed were they. Work? Clothes? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Working out? Problems of the world? I wondered if they were native Pariesiennes, or if they moved here from another land. And if they were happy there.
I admired their fashion sense, as I did most of the women I saw in Paris.

Then they swooped by and were gone.



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
See photo in original gallery.
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