In the early mornings, when most of the city is still asleep, I wander around the city and relish the air like a selfish lover. I tell myself that my world is real, and my thoughts are worth noticing. And it's just me, my thoughts, the new day, and my city.
My first day back in the city of my dreams, I went for aimless walks around St Germaine, ate a million croissants, and drank all the vin chaud I could get my hands on (it was cold, I was being a responsible adult and hydrating with warm liquids). But on my second day, I left... Continue Reading →