Pont des Arts, Paris, 22 décembre 2010.
Yes, it is posed.
It is not La fille sur le pont. There is no blond girl from who-knows-where taking pictures of the Seine with her phone. No Starbucks bag, no sneaking, no mystery, but the story of a Saturday night walk in snowy Paris, roaming across the icy streets from Opéra to the top of Montmartre. The story of brand new tires, a fuzzy Eiffel tower, wine, hunting, weird people and me telling her about the photo I missed that day. The story of a last train caught in a hurry, of a flight back home cancelled because of the snow, of her staying three extra days and offering me to redo the picture. The story of a cold December dawn at 7:45 on the bridge, waiting for some light to show up.
The story of one of the coolest breakfast I ever had.
David Holmes – The Ballad of Sarah and Jack
