Over the past thirty years I have been walking the streets of Paris with the hope of someday being able to experience all of its 5,000 rues, passageways, impasses, and villas. These visual records document the life of what the French call a flaneur, a term that is commonly misrepresented. Its original definition, and the spirit in which these walks were undertaken, is as follows: A wanderer’s paradise. Which Paris is. Its  streets filled with charming shops, stirring landmarks, and ephemeral encounters.”

I have found walking less traveled streets often invites all kinds of interesting photographic discoveries. The easiest way to find these places is by looking at a detailed city map and locating warrens of tiny streets often only a block or two in length. Paris, in particular, because of its age, its love affair with tradition, and its devotion to history, reflects these values in its shop windows, walls, architecture, and streets. One could argue the city is a living museum and should be examined with the same attention. These photographs reflect that view.