Those who’ve roamed the streets of Paris have a preference for when the city is at its best—in the summer, in the spring, or even at midnight. But winter is when the tourist-free streets of Paris are at their prime, Akhil Sharma says. “Streetlamps have a halo,” he writes.“ There is the sense of discovering something secret.” After a run along the Seine, and a visit to Paris new and old, nowhere compares to the frosted city. After all, Sharma writes, “Paris is like pornography.” The photographs say it all.
Paris, 1954
