Wow. Je ne peux pas croire I have been home almost 5 months from Paris.
It seemed like I was there a long time,
but I really wasn't.
But the culture, the life, the city, the art, the bread all struck me at the perfect moment.
And I don't think I'll every really move on, Paris really became a part of who I was and mostly
who I wanted to be.
The city life, the voyeur, inspired, apart of society and apart of life.
I get embarrassingly excited when I come across blogs about Paris. So here is the latest encounter with some of my favorite pictures.
It is so fun to know exactly where some of these photos were taken. Even the graffiti!
I cannot get over the one with the woman with the Cloe bag. SO perfect.
Pictures by Emma Dime
Paris looked just like this the week we left.
