This assortment of awkward photos documents the shameless tourist inside me. It was the first time I’d walked to the Eiffel Tower, saw the Seine and drank my first French “café.”
Here’s what I learned from my first foray into photography:
1. My camera runs out of batteries very quickly, at opportune moments. Like right after I take a photo of a street sign, and before I’m able to take a photo of the actual street. Or the night before I go to Normandy for the weekend.
2. It can’t zoom more than about 20 feet. That makes taking photos of cafes from across the street not really work out.
3. Really I can’t blame my camera for how much I suck at photography. So bear with me.
4. Apparently Tumblr turns my vertical photos horizontally when I upload them. What fun.
So I haven’t bought new batteries for my camera yet. But I did successfully steal photos from my friend’s picasa album, which explains the last three photos.
A quick overview of the weekend: After I slept through my alarm clock (what else is new) and just barely made it to the bus, we drove about 4 hours to Normandy, where we saw the World War II Memorial museum, Omaha Beach, the American Cemetery, Honfleur and Deauville. Harrison Ford, Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci were at the film festival in Deauville, though I didn’t see any of them.
It’s been consistently rainy here, but it was actually relatively sunny that weekend. One of our professors sent us this email: “I hope your weekend was good. If you had nice weather you’ll have to go back. This is not how Normandy should be…”
Alright we’re going to go find this apparently famous German bar called “Frog and Princess” now, so I’ll write more tomorrow. When I told my French mom over dinner this, she laughed and said it was a big touristy place. She was like “you’re not a tourist anymore!” Oh, if only she saw me taking photos of our street sign.
