The last time I moved, in Paris, I was mostly focused on international shipping issues and the état des lieux.
But we all really know that the most important part of moving any household is having enough boxes.
Funny, I just got around to unpacking the last of my Paris boxes in September. Something about those Parisian corrugated cartons made me so wistful. (Yeah, I know, it doesn't take much!)
To prepare for the move in Paris I had done the regular drill: go to the neighborhood store and beg for discarded boxes. My Shopi supermarket on rue de Sevres was a boon: they kept a constant stack of cartons up front. No begging necessary!
And when the shipment finally arrived in the U.S., oh, about four months later, I felt pangs of nostalgia when I saw all those French grocery-store boxes. The labels, the warnings, the descriptions on the boxes shouted "Paris!" to me.
So of course I photographed them.
"Fears the heat and the humidity." Sounds so poetic.