My Europe Dream

It’s been just over a month since I got back from Europe.  Even though not much time has past, my memories are dream like.  Due to the types of cameras these were taken with they have a fuzzy dream like quality, which makes me smile.  These are the last of my Europe images taken with my Diana and Holga cameras. I did little to no alterations to the film once scanned, including cleaning up all the dust spots from scanning.  I like the past life look it gives the images, like they have been worn and lived through.  Unfortunately I do not have a lot of color images due to too many light leaks.  Boo.

 Ireland

I scanned the image in backwards and decided I liked it better this way, so I kept it.

Ireland.

Ireland

Cliffs of Moher

Cliffs of Moher

London

Versalles

 Versalles, with an impeding light leak.

Versalles

Love At First Sight

Paris was so inspiring.  The first quick tour about town and I was surprisingly hooked. There is so much to do and see in the 40 square miles of the city.  It's amazing that such a small city can hold so many wonders with an electric melancholy mixed atmosphere fusing the past and the present.  

My last day in Paris I went to Versailles all by myself.  Getting lost was not an impediment but a welcomed occasion, just me and my surroundings a million miles away from home.  Perfect.

The cherub pointed that way and off I went.

Oh, hello naked man in the woods.

Walking through Marie Antoinette's chateau was surreal.  It felt like a bigger than life size doll house.  The thought of seeing her chateau in its hay day, when she still had her head, would have been absolutely magical.  I could think of no better place to be lost for hours on end.

Marie Antoinette's desk.

Yes, it looks toy size from afar, but it is quite the opposite.

sooc (straight out of camera)

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It took almost a half an hour to get this shot with the least amount of people possible.  Well worth the wait.

Walking on my own accord and stumbling upon sites like this.  Lovely.

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Montmarte, during their Fete de la Musique or Day of Music.  We will be going back with this date in mind.

Au revoir Paris! Next time I visit I shall have a larger vocabulary. So when I'm mistaken as a Parisian I can properly answer the question.  As my tour guide said, when a stranger asks you a question it makes you connected with the people around you, human.  Lord knows I was looking for a friendly face to affirm I had gotten on the right C train.

Sharing is Caring

London, I immediately think of the nursery rhyme then Portobello Road.  Antiquing was the name of this days game... I should have bought the ring.  Here's a few shots when I had my camera.

Had to do it.

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I love willow trees.

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Fine and pretty.

One more for the road.

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Feelin a little Dali with Big Ben.

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This one goes out to Steph, thanks for sharing your tripod. 

Wales and England

It’s been over a week since I got back from Europe and I want to go back already; but who wouldn’t?  The list of things we did and places we went are long, and surprisingly enough, I hardly took out my camera.  Yes, I know, shocking.  I soon realized seeing these beautiful countries behind the camera was not the route I was going to take.  Don’t get me wrong, I definitely took some shots, just nowhere near filling up my available memory or film.  I did however eat my way through Europe ;) and that was clearly defined in the plan.
This round of photos are from Wales and England.  My grandparents traveled the world having bits of money from different countries.  I brought some of their pounds and quickly realized some of them were no longer in circulation.  Oops.

sooc (straight out of camera)

Between each stop was a delightful nap.  Waking up to castle number 1,000,000.

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Swallow Falls

Anne Hathaway's garden, Shakespeare's wife had a green thumb.

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No photos taken in Anne Hathaway's place... Well worth the cough I had to fake to cover up the sound on my shutter.  Lovely.

 Can you tell I liked the diamond windows?  They were everywhere.  Hathaway's still wins.

You dare not scoff at the Madam.

Oxford!  And yes they wear robes to class, like in Harry Potter.

It's Mary Poppins!

Mary Poppins is the most sensational lady ever!  She was my favorite growing up and I still want to snap my fingers and have everything be done.  That may not be possible, but the spoon full of sugar I got down.  While in London we stopped off at Saint Paul’s Cathedral, the very place where Mary Poppins’ ‘Feed the Birds’ scene was filmed!  I had to suppress the urge to ask every one to leave the steps so I could get a nice clear shot. ;)  None the less I took one of my favorite shots here, even better it’s all sooc.  After a few days back in the states I went antiquing and found the postcard below... I squealed with excitement!  It was the best dollar I have spent in a while. 

I ended up with a top ten shot, a postcard and the cherry on top was that Ms. Mary Poppins was there.

First Stop: IRELAND.

 The Bunratty Castle, well worth the 10 euros to get in.  It was so fun we tried again.

 Meet Durty Nelly, he is now your best friend.  I wish I would have learned more Irish pub songs for the nightly drink, I mean, sing-along.

 Underwater?

There has to be some flower pics. ;)

 One of my favorites.

 This makes me think of my mom.  

 We came here a few times, nice and quite... well not while we were there.

I couldn't decide; door or path? So both.

This is the funniest pic I took all trip.

I love the gate doors.

 Another one of my favorites.

 Oh yes.

 The V door.

 A true timeline.

South Side bar.

First glass of Mead at the Bunratty Banquet.

Seamus was amazing, he even made his violin smoke.

Oh Seamus

After a few glasses of meed = adventure, stealth mode.

The next morning, a miracle.

Cliffs of Moher.

 Sheep and their Shepard.

 Ring of Kerry beauty.

 I will definitely be circling back to the Ring of Kerry.

 Jaunty car ride anyone?

Dosen't this look like the kids play car rugs?  Hot wheels car rug, castle style.

Killarney.

Next garden I grow I'm going to put poison signs everywhere.  This garden had them and everyone was careful not to touch or bump into anything. Boom.

Saint Patrick's

James Joyce is larger than life in Ireland and we just happened to be there on Blooms Day.

Good by Dublin.  Queen of Tarts you will always have a special place in my heart.