It is 5 am and I am packing to leave Paris. My project here is done. The end of a long story is such a strange assortment of emotions. I've been working on this story, thinking about it, researching it, shooting it, talking about it for over a year and now it is... over. I'm happy, sad, relieved, elated, empty. It was funny to be putting away my Paris metro card and not be sure when I'd need it again. So now on to other projects.
As usual I've come on this trip with plans to read and write, to get caught up on some things. And as usual, the reading is unread and the journal pages still blank. Maybe on the flight to DC. Ok the cab is here and I still have to get 5 bags down 6 flights of stairs.
Stephen Alvarez
Paris
