You've got that thing.

Where was I? Paris! This city was too pretty. It didn't seem possible. I'd seen hundreds of photos and films, and I assumed that there was no way that it could be as lovely as it is portrayed. Wrong. It was beautiful. Cafés and balconies and flowers. Horrifying. We worked in as many clichés as we possibly could: fresh croissants for breakfast, wine and cheese and a baguette at the Eiffel Tower at night [a block away from our hotel], ice cream at Sacré Coeur, buying a book at Shakespeare & Co, strolling The Seine. We did our best.

Waiting for midnight.

Bit of trouble with the wind.

And yes, we hopped on the Metro and high-tailed it back to the steps at midnight [photo via].


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