After spending a good amount of time in Paris I’ve been feeling more and more inspired by not only the women on the streets, but the streets themselves.
I realised this is probably as Parisian as I’m ever going to get.
An ethereal glow started to prance through its golden gates and twirl onto the pavement below. Every cloud has a silver lining, and in this case there wasn’t a cloud in sight.
This is my first time to Europe in spring and summer so the weather and mass crowds are a vast difference to what I remember, but the new memories and friends I’ve made are just as sweet as last time, maybe even more so.
I think two weeks in Paris is the perfect amount of time to get a taste of what this ridiculously romantic city has to offer, but I honestly wouldn’t mind having four months as well!