Not much happens in this little piece of film featuring the Metro in Paris in the late 1950′s — but I like it to look at the fashions of that time and also love anything to do with train journeys (and Paris, of course).
The last time I went on the metro in Paris I got off at the wrong stop but ended up in a beautiful neighbourhood where there was a local market and also a travelling brocante in full swing. It was such a happy accident — I had one of my best days ever: one of those days which sets in the memory as special and magical.
Everything was perfect that day: sun shining, smiling people, happy families, tables groaning with giant fruits and vegetables, the scents from the flowers, countless stalls full of the weird and the wonderful, shady tree-lined squares, the entire heightened feeling of being truly alive.
I thought I’d landed in heaven that day but when I tried to find that place again on another trip I just couldn’t locate it (I wrote down the name of the area at the time but lost the notebook). I know Paris is full of places like that but it all came together so perfectly that day.