Paris

Paris is a dream. If you’ve been there, you already know that. I was 17 the first time I went. Overwhelmed with its beauty, everything felt glamorous even if I was only ordering a sandwich from a small shop. I so longed for a bigger, more adventurous life at that age. I also couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more I didn’t understand. A deeper, grittier layer of life that I hadn’t experienced yet. Somehow, I knew once I’d done a bit more living it would feel different. Mean more. I was right.

My second visit came last April conjured up as a birthday present to myself. It was a milestone best celebrated with grandeur, book ended with gratitude and contemplation. I could write a lot about the trip, but I think my photos will do it more justice. This will be the first of several posts from the City of Light. Stay tuned and I hope you enjoy.

K