In the wake of the news of the horrific attacks in Nice, today was rather a sombre affair. We cut short our plans to film in a metro station and spent the morning in a cafe watching the rolling news on TV. Paris is in shock. Yesterday we were getting together with the local community and sharing food and laughter, as was the whole of France, and then that happens. A truly terrible time.
In the afternoon we drove a full circuit of the Boulevard Peripherique, several times as it happens, which felt suitably miserable. We found a particular stretch where there is tunnel after tunnel, only popping out into the light for brief moments. So we drove back and forth along this stretch for a good few hours, filming out the front windscreen. We rested the camera on an old cushion cover filled with rice (sod you Amazon and your £20 photo bean bags) which worked a treat. The footage is stunning and we rather pleased with it.
Feeling a bit better we ventured to the cloud towers to shoot some more footage there. We got a few shots before the sun disappeared behind a massive cloud (ironically) and a friendly old lady suggested we put the camera away in case of hoodlums. The footage is a bit rubbish anyway so nae bother.
When we got back to the chateau we found the other artist had vacated our little flat and we were allowed back in. Oh my days! We are home and it feels good.
Tomorrow we are heading to find some factory chimneys that we spotted from the Boulevard Peripherique. They were pumping out what appeared to be clouds. How lovely. That’s where they come from! We shall capture this on film for all the world to see.
