Sorting and storing my photo’s I came across this one, which I had already forgotten all about. Having an afternoon off after an exhausting meeting a few years ago, I strolled with my daughter through Paris while we reflected on the cult of the Self(ie).
We went for a coffee in what is probably the worst café in the world, Café Marly, just a stone’s throw from the Louvre. While we waited a very long time for the obnoxious, arrogant and very slow waiter to bring us a cold cappuccino which was brewn from a mixture of sewage and water taken from the industrial port of Le Havre, we observed the ritual of the selfie in all its manifestations. Which was nice.
Our mood was not in the least affected by the bad coffee, and the abysmal hospitality at Café Marly; we shrugged it off, and continued our wanderings through the town.
Inquisitive 