The other day I decided to wake up super early and catch a Parisian Winter sunrise. I should have really checked the weather forecast because it ended up being cold, wet, windy, rainy and foggy. I stood there shaking with my umbrella and shuffled about in my boots with holes in them trying to catch a glimmer of sunlight.
Disappointed, I went for a wander and surprisingly found that one of my favourite bridges, the Pont Alexandre III was pretty much deserted.
At that time in the morning, I had the pont all to myself.
I loved it.
|All to myself|
|Except for him..|
|My favourite shot of the day|