Paris (encore), 1999

My fourth visit to Paris in thirteen years had an elegiac feel. It was the first time I was there by myself and the weight of solo traveling, which I’d carried since Amsterdam, became unbearable. I revisited places that had lost a lot of charm in the seven years since I saw them last; neighborhoods and cafes were rehabbed, brighter, blander; retail spectacle had taken over quiet streets and old shops. The inspiration I felt in earlier visits was gone, and, in re-photographing several places, I see now I was saying goodbye.