Paris behind bars has been a recurring theme in my photos, ever since I saw that desperately beautiful but doomed tiger behind the grill in that up-market boutique on the rue de Rivoli opposite the Louvre.
Now we have the World behind bars, no less. Is that Chili, Equador, Peru I see peeking out from behind the barriers?
Could it be that we are fettered by our own self-imposed narrow horizons and limited expectations?
I have fallen in love with Paris, not once, not twice, but on at least three separate occasions. I've never fallen out of love with her, but I have become disenchanted for other reasons. But the danger is that security nurtures complacency and stagnation.
I thought I could travel in my mind, limitlessly vicarious, voyaging on lofty ideals and floating on fickle notions like cigarette smoke over croissants and a coffee. I was wrong.
It is not enough.
So I shall go to Peru. To see Paris better. To find out what's been going on. Back home. To get a sense of perspective. To see where I belong.
I'll squeeze through that little opening, that window of opportunity, that fleeting envelope of possibility and land in Lima, in limbo, and let fate take me by the hand. Gently, I hope.
© Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free 2005
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