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And we did. When we remembered, anyway. I loved the mystery of taking a photo and not being able to see the finished product for another month or so. We couldn't crop, filter or delete the photo once it was taken. If we'd got the wrong angle, there was no going back. The satisfying winding of the cog and the pressing of the shutter release was the final act each time.
So, this is the reality:
It was odd not having control over the printing of our own photos. We sent the camera away and I was quietly terrified that my precious Paris-mystery would get lost in the post. A few weeks later, and the photos were pushed through our letterbox. What anticipation I felt as I tore the package open, bringing back memories from my childhood, that familiar grown-up feeling having taken your own photographs. Hmm. The first 5 or 6 photos were dominated by a grey-pink coloured blur. This seemed to be a theme as I flicked through the set of photos, and several were so terrible that they hadn't even been developed!
