The Eiffel Tour-the body language of balance. I came across this group of young adults from Sarajevo, Bosnia, having fun testing their balance two nights ago in on the Esplanade de Trocadero. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Love often feels simple, and beautiful, and that is how I feel about Paris always, and never more than on a rainy Sunday morning in early November, on my way for my first double expresso. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Paris grace. Gina and Jose ride home together at the end of a day on the Paris metro. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Cafe passion. On my way to dinner tonight, I noticed this moment of a passionate cafe kiss as I walked by the Perla Bar. After making this photograph-I waited until they were done kissing and rattled lightly on the window and showed the photograph to this couple, Julia and Bertrand, on the back of my camera. They both smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I walked into the bar to introduce myself and they smiled happily again seeing this photograph. A nice way to end a cool November day in Paris, with a photograph, at 1/4 of a second, that honors a beautiful moment and a kiss. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Denise, Paris Metro, Porte de Vincennes-Defense. Robert Doisneau, the great French photographer who among other things worked for awhile with the magazine Vogue, once said to me, “Peter, of course models are beautiful, but the people that move my heart with their beauty are the people I see going to work every day on the metro”. I share Robert’s feelings. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Crossing the threshold in Paris. An American couple from Brooklyn, Glenn and Linda, cross the street after their wedding yesterday. They came to Paris for their big day and were headed to celebrate their wedding diner at a restaurant on the Eiffel Tour. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

The body language of love. A couple waiting to cross the Boulevard St. Michel in the Latin Quarter, Paris. I wish so much I could find this couple today, where ever they are, and whatever the circumstances of their lives-this is a moment they'd want to remember. 1978. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Happy to be in Paris. Anne et Stephane at the esplanade de Trocadero. After living in Paris now for over thirty years, I almost never visited the Eiffel Tour in the past. But, as with many things, it seems worth contemplating a place that draws so many from all over the world – and the simple thought and idea that one has come and seen it, seems to be a symbol of a moment that will stay with so many for a lifetime. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Dancing Kizomba in Paris-a beautiful sensual dance with origins from Angola, resembling Zouk, along the banks of the Seine on Sunday early evening-if you've never seen this dance or heard this music – once you have, you'll never forget it-wonderful! (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

An afternoon kiss at the Eiffel Tour. Romain and Victoria, place de Trocadero, Paris. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Franky and Clara-never a last tango in Paris. Passion knows no age! Franky and Clara have been partners in love and life and on the dance floor for the past 8 years. When I asked them how long they'd been together, they laughed and said, “do you want to know only how many years – we can tell you the time of the day, the week, the month, and the year we met”. I asked them what made them such good tango dancers-and Franky said to me – “many people come to the floor and think of the steps-we know the steps, but we liberate ourselves from them”. The Franky's and Clara's of this world are my heroes – the light of their spirit is my lighthouse and my compass. There will never be a last tango in Paris for Franky and Clara. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Bises (kisses) et baguettes (bread). Paris, 1995. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

A moment so wonderful it almost hurts – dancing along the Seine in Paris. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Farewell to Paris for now. I am at Charles de Gaulle airport on my way back to NY tonight. I will be back in Paris in one week. One thing that I've always been able to count on over the past 30 years is that when I leave Paris, I know that the most beautiful city in the world will be here when I return, and that I can count on a warm welcome from my friends at the Brasserie de l'Ile St. Louis. Last night, as I left the restaurant, my friends the waiters, Pascal, Cedric, and Roland, lined up to bid me farewell. A tres bientot. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

The art of choosing good office space. Paris, Le Pont des Arts. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

The Bridge of Love – Le Pont Des Arts, Paris. Every lock on this bridge represents a story, each one different and while sometimes similar, always unique. I came across Jodie yesterday evening, a young woman from Australia beginning a many month trip around the world. She seemed deep in thought as she held onto a lock on the bridge and only moments later she through the key over the rail into the Seine. Before she got up to leave, she turned to me and told me that she had placed a lock on the bridge for her and her boyfriend Alexander who she wouldn't see for a long time before returning home. This moment made me think for a second about how much we take for granted in this digital age the immediacy of communication – and it made me think of my own young adult life when we still wrote letters and posted them and waited for one to return. It made me think of my great, great grandfather who left Scotland to go and work a team of horses taking men to mine gold in Australia in the mid 1800's, before returning to marry the daughter of the aristocrat he worked for back in Scotland, and their eventual move to America when he was shunned by her family for being a commoner. LIfe is made of up of stories, and photographs, like locks on a bridge, represent a symbol of how they live on. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

An after lunch kiss. Restaurant Les Philosophes, Le Marais. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Paris like a dance. Tango along the banks of the Seine. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

On a bridge in Paris on a cold November night, a lone man sits and plays a song. His song, is our song and our night is better for it. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

“Boules” aux Tuileries, Paris. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Audrey, Le Marais, Paris. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Photograph by Peter Turnley and Jeanloup Sieff. I photographed Andrea from the front, and Jeanloup photographed the back. Rue St. Croix de la Bretonnerie, Paris, 4ieme. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

A dog feeling a little left out of the conversation. La Brasserie de l'Ile St. Louis, Paris. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Dancing Kizomba along the Seine in Paris-a beautiful sensual dance with origins from Angola, resembling Zouk, this Sunday early evening – if you've never seen this dance or heard this music-once you have, you'll never forget it – wonderful! (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Beautiful beginning of a Sunday morning – cafe, croissant, kiss, and a photograph. Jose et Mafalda, Le Petit Fer a Cheval, Paris, 4ieme. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

The light of love-Paris. Christopher and Pascale, Ile St. Louis. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Paris – a green light for a kiss. Rue des Archives et Rue Rambuteau, Paris, IV. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Oops! Up, up and away. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Happy Valentines Day. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

Puppy love, Paris. 1980ties. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)

A Wednesday with papa, Paris. A father and daughter run through the Tuileries Gardens in Paris on a Wednesday afternoon when French children have the afternoon off from school. It is always a day when the Paris parks are full of wonderful scenes of parents and grandparents with their children. 1980ties. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)