The wealth of material in the most beautiful city in the world piled up on his shoulders and left him little time for social life. His Gallic eye scanned the city with objective appraisal, leavened with humor and sensitive awareness. The subjects that excited him were infinite in variety. All were photographic in nature and even the most picturesque subject never became merely pictorial, remotely ‘arty,’ or like a painting. With Atget photography stood on its own feet. His self-confidence was implicit and developed from strength.