I love Paris in ...

[Bowlie]

26 billion million gigapixels

Appears to be summer-time though ....

[HansV]

Fascinating!

Another good one, although "only" 18 gigapixels, is of Prague from its TV tower.

[Samantha]

Fascinating!

Another good one, although "only" 18 gigapixels, is of Prague from its TV tower.

What a beautiful city! I love the way all the buildings in the neighborhood are built around enclosed courtyards.

[HansV]

Prague is a very beautiful city; you can see the historic city center to the west in the panorama (look for the church spires).

[steveh]

Hi all

Its a shame I can't see the Paris one, I will try when I get to my home, however just the music conjured up a sterotypical image of a Parisian street with an onion seller on a bike (striped shirt of course) and people sitting at roadside Cafe's. Loved the Prague one it must be 20 years since I was there and forgot how nice it was, since I was there though I notice it has now got sky writing The picture knocks my 12 megapixel camera into a somewhat well squashed coked hat.

[HansV]

And another one: the German city of Dresden (26 gigapixels).

[stuck]

Makes me all misty eyed. My wife and I spent our 25th wedding anniversary in Paris last April.

Ken

[Hey Jude]

Makes me all misty eyed. My wife and I spent our 25th wedding anniversary in Paris last April.

Ken

Awww you are a romantic

[Jezza]

I always love finding stitching errors in these Gigapixel images....this one is particularly scary

[HansV]

gigapan: Hanauma Bay has some funny (or scary) glitches:

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[Jezza]

A little voyeuristic I know but this poor lady was having an innocent early morning sun bathe and the chance to text a few friends and this happens. What you could say was a Room with a View

[Bigaldoc]

Paris, circa 1962, before Billie and I were married. Our first trip from Orleans to the big city. Taken with an el-cheapo Kokak Instamatic:

        

[HansV]

Almost 50 years later, it hasn't changed all that much:

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[Bigaldoc]

Holy cow, that outta sight, Hans! Wonder where all the sidewalk tables went?

[HansV]

On the one hand, it's clearly not summer in the recent picture; on the other hand, there's probably some kind of regulation that limits sidewalk tables to, say, 10 feet from the building. There are tables under the awnings.

[Jezza]

Al, what makes this so wonderful is the fact I was there only last year....running! No, not another running story but I went out early one morning along Av des Champs-Élysées when I couldn't sleep and took in all these sites. I carried on from Champs-Élysées and down to Musée du Louvre then back to the Hotel.

I stopped to look in the window of Fouquet's and felt like a Dickensian pauper child eyeing the prize turkey.

Google Maps shows where you were standing on avenue George V to take that pic

[Bigaldoc]

I wasn't gonna do this, but most of you know how I can't resist a little anecdote, especially when the joke's on ME! This is why that picture is at the core of a little story. Billie had been to Paris with some of her army lady friends and I with a few of my male comrades in the company where we worked. But this was to be our first trip on a "date" together. When Billie and I were preparing for the ride in my little tiny English Ford Anglia, she suggested that we stop in the Parisian outskirts, park the car and use the Metro.

Typical 25 year old male that I was, I uttered my now infamous quote that it's impossible to get lost in Paris since "... all roads lead to the Arc de Triomphe!" Well, not only did I get lost (my first drive in Paris) but when we finally got to the Arc, I got in that roundabout and couldn't get OUT of the blessed thing. It took me several turns around the circle to get up my nerve and we finally made it out. I don't remember where we parked the car, but I DO remember that on all of our future trips, we used the Metro as Billie had suggested.

Forty eight years later, the picture or the story still brings a wry grin to her face!

[stuck]

my little tiny English Ford Anglia

Way to go! My first car was a Ford Anglia. It looked just like the one from Harry Potter, same colour! If I'd known it was going to be nearly famous one day I wouldn't have taken it to the scrap yard when I gave up the unequal struggle of making it road worthy.

Ken

[Bowlie]

Typical 25 year old male that I was, I uttered my now infamous quote that it's impossible to get lost in Paris since "... all roads lead to the Arc de Triomphe!" Well, not only did I get lost (my first drive in Paris) but when we finally got to the Arc, I got in that roundabout and couldn't get OUT of the blessed thing. It took me several turns around the circle to get up my nerve and we finally made it out. I don't remember where we parked the car, but I DO remember that on all of our future trips, we used the Metro as Billie had suggested.

You DROVE in Paris! You're a better man than I, Gunga Al!

My own anecdote: Took my Mum to Paris on one of her (too few) trips to Europe. We took the TGV to Paris, and while there we used both the Metro and Taxis to get around. On the last day we had to drop Mum of at the Gare de Nord, for her trip back to Frankfurt to catch her flight home, and then we needed to get to the Gare de Lyon for our trip back to Geneva. It was a fairly early departure so we elected to take a Taxi rather than confront the Metro with suitcases etc.

When the taxi showed up my Mum actually clapped. It was a lady taxi driver, and Mum thought that she was going to have an easy journey ... Well, I didn't open my eyes for much of the trip, but I swear we went through the arc rather than around it. St. Germain to the Gare in less than a minute (ok, maybe 2). I don't think Mum has ever recovered.

She has since become Buddhist and lives in a Monastery in the Rocky Mountains, (but that is another story!)

[Bigaldoc]

My own anecdote: Took my Mum to Paris on one of her (too few) trips to Europe. We took the TGV to Paris, and while there we used both the Metro and Taxis to get around. On the last day we had to drop Mum of at the Gare de Nord, for her trip back to Frankfurt to catch her flight home, and then we needed to get to the Gare de Lyon for our trip back to Geneva. It was a fairly early departure so we elected to take a Taxi rather than confront the Metro with suitcases etc.

When the taxi showed up my Mum actually clapped. It was a lady taxi driver, and Mum thought that she was going to have an easy journey ... Well, I didn't open my eyes for much of the trip, but I swear we went through the arc rather than around it. St. Germain to the Gare in less than a minute (ok, maybe 2). I don't think Mum has ever recovered.

Good story! I can relate to the taxi driver thing, having been there too!

She has since become Buddhist and lives in a Monastery in the Rocky Mountains, (but that is another story!)

I can't wait to hear it... Later perhaps?