I enjoy Nichole Robertson's aesthetic in her photography of Paris, as displayed in this book: simple, but not insipid; down to earth, but not gritty; still, but alive. No other reviewer here has mentioned it I don't think, but there is a somewhat startling aspect of this volume: all these photographs, in daytime, in a major metropolitan area like Paris, and there are no people. Outdoor chairs, baked bread, walls, bicycles, sidewalks, cafe signs, but no people. Gives it some of the appeal of those works of photographs of abandoned places, which are fascinating, only here nature has not yet reclaimed anything. It's photography of the world we humans have made and maintained, just without us in it.

If, like me, you love words and text and feel their absence even in a work of visual art, check out the author's Paris Journal, which combines her photography of Paris with story, though her photography evolves: a few of the photos include a person! Solitary figures only though, nothing crazy... ( )