You never need an excuse to look at photos of Paris. What is it about this city that is just so magical?
It’s been a year since I was last strolling through these cobbled streets, navigating the metro, drinking noisettes in the park and trying to convince Luke that we should move here. Whether you only have a day in Paris or you’re spending a week or more exploring, there’s always something hiding around the corner, some little cafe, cute cobbled street, or delicious baguette to enjoy.
I love this city. I love it like I’ve never loved any other city. It’s the sort of place where I just feel like anything is possible. I feel like I could be whoever I want to be here and the person I become when I’m here is who I want to be all the time.
I feel creative and strong, I feel beautiful and happy and kind. I wrote more in the two weeks I was here than I did for most of 2016. Maybe I read too much Hemingway in my early 20’s, maybe I spent too much time wandering past Shakespeare and Co.
It’s like I could feel the energy of all the writers and artists that have called this city home. Maybe, even if just for the few weeks we were there, I felt like I could be just like them.