paris stories.

The first: I was six. We were learning French from Muzzy, and Mum told us that when we moved to Holland, we would be near the Eiffel Tower and French speakers. Remember the summer when it was so hot, and all the old people were dying? That's the first time I went to Paris.

The second: Dad had a speaking appointment or something in Paris, and I tagged along with him. I made my mum French braid my hair so that the little French girls wouldn't laugh at me.

The third: Last summer I was on my way to Jordan, and due to several different things, I missed my connecting flight from Paris to Jordan. Of course, that meant touring Paris for a few hours.

The fourth: nearly a month ago (how is it possible I've been home a month?) I had one day in Paris with my parents.

If I had more time and could read French, I would have loved to buy some of these books.

The third Starbucks I saw in Europe the entire summer, and we passed it up for Brioche Doree.

The first view of Notre Dame, my favorite part of Paris.

The Latin Quarter is just ridiculously beautiful. The buildings, the different languages, the awe at seeing Paris for the first time, the sheer beauty of it all is amazing.

Someday: have a picnic here.

This is the bridge (perhaps one of several?) where you click a padlock closed, Sharpie the name of you and your loved one, and throw the key out. Again, someday I'm planning on doing this.

If I remember correctly, this is one of the two most romantic bridges in Paris/the world.

Paris looks good covered in clouds. I like the way there was no direct sunlight, just soft, diffused light seeping through the clouds.

So. Many. Booksellers.

Ahh, there it is!

So, so many people at the top of the Arc.

"We'll always have Paris."