I take a walk around the neighbourhood every morning, rain or shine (or rather snow or shine back home). I do the same in Canada, but I rarely see anyone walking in the street there: we live in suburbia and while my morning walk is pretty bucolic, I am the only pedestrian, lost between cars lined up at the local Tim Hortons drive-through and SUVs driving by.
My parents live in Nantes’ downtown core and around 9 a.m. or 10 a.m., I witness the city waking up. On Sunday morning, I kept on bumping into drunks looking for a way back home (too much partying the night before) or trying to bum a smoke. On Monday morning, delivery trucks brought fresh fruits and veggies to the local supermarkets. Around 10 every day, waitresses and waiters take coffee tables outside and set them up before the noon rush. I see people walking or biking to work, biting in buttery croissants, having a smoke, arguing over their cellphones, putting on lipstick or parting ways at the tramway station.
People are fascinating. I feel like a spy with my camera but in fact, no one cares about it. I am invisible behind the lens… or so it seems, and it is fine by me, I don’t try to be noticed. I enjoy documenting people’s lives. So here are a few snapshots of the “People of Nantes”!
Love the lovers on the bench! It would appear people aren’t actually that different all over the World!!
I know… we all enjoy the same activities, no matter where we live!
Very very interesting and I realized I did a lot of people-watching when I was in Europe and I suppose I get to do that coz I was on holiday heheheh…. Back home, it’s back to reality and I might just be the one being watched heheheh…
Maybe I took a pic of you one day, who knows!