My first Christmas away from home! On whim that still surprises me, I booked a ticket to Paris to spend the holidays with my family in France. (My mom caught the american dream bug when she was about 4 and as soon as visa complications would permit, she made her way to the states for college and met my dad, a canadian born but CA raised surfer. Lucky as I could be, I got to spend many a childhood summer in France acquiring an early palatte for pate, cheese, art, Jaques Brel, les petits swiss, and francophone anything. This trip was my first winter visit and while the weather outside was frightful, the sights were so delightful! However, a bit bored of post card pictures, and inspired by my hours spent in the Musee d’Orsay, I decided to snap “impressions” of the city of lights. I filled CF card after CF card with blurry, and long exposure shots (to the utter confounding of my grandparents).The only trouble was I was often too frozen to get my camera out and my gloves off! Here are just a tiny handful of shots from my nana’s apartment and the parisian streets that at every corner remind you “We are not in Kansas anymore…”