One of my favorite indulgences is what Charlotte and I call “Paris by Night”, which means her driving thru the city after dark while I hang out the window and drag my jaw along holding a camera. On this night we’d planned an episode of Paris by Night after our movie, but were too tired and decided to go straight home. Oh well, I thought, let’s just snap some blurry shots for the hell of it. Somehow the seemingly boring drive yielded some not-so-bad pictures. Something about them makes me want to listen to jazz and smoke a cigarette.