(it makes me laugh)
Since being in Paris for 3 months I have come to the conclusion that nothing is cuter (besides puppies) than little French boys in their shorts. Unlike young American boys, French boys wear shorts year round to school, even when it is cold. Now that winter is just around the corner everywhere you go you see little boys hand-in-hand with their parents sporting their shorts, toggle pea-coats, scarfs, and caps. It's almost like they are mini-men and the shorts are there as a reminder of their true age.
In my photography class my professor presented us with these two images as an example of photojournalism in the 1950s. The first is by French photographer Willy Ronis and the second by Henri Cartier-Bresson. Everytime I look at them I laugh a little because they emulate the French culture. Never in a million years would you see a little American boy running through the street with a baguette under his arm, let alone carting around two huge bottles of wine (I am sure child-protective-services or some other organization would be all over the parents for that one!)
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