Paris is often thought of in cinematic bursts—the rush of traffic around the Arc de Triomphe, the bustling terraces of cafés, the heavy rhythm of tourists crossing Pont Neuf. But when I walk the streets with my camera, I’m not chasing spectacle. I’m drawn instead to the quieter Paris, the one that reveals itself in the spaces between.

From the window of the métro crossing Bir Hakeim, the Eiffel Tower appears not as a postcard cliché but as part of an everyday commute. Framed between steel beams and flickers of sunlight, it feels almost shy—less a monument than a neighbor you catch in passing.

Street photography in Paris isn’t always about movement or noise. It’s also about stillness: the hush between footsteps, the reflection in a shop window, the golden warmth that clings to the city just before sunset. These quiet frames are my Paris—personal, reflective, and more lasting than any crowded landmark shot.

Paris doesn’t always need to be dramatic to be unforgettable. Sometimes, it’s enough to see it breathe.