I’m back. I have a lot to write, but for those who want an initial response, some encapsulation of what it was like and how I felt, I have only one word that would make any sense: transformative.
Paris was transformative.
Here are a few pics to hold you over until I process everything and recapture my ability to form coherent thoughts:
in the latin quarter
at st. michel fountain
at the butte montmarte
grilled perch at cafe montmarte
la tour eiffel, night view.
what did I tell you?
and these photos have me over here applying for a grant to spend the summer there.
I really want your opinion on what makes it feel that way, especially as your first time in a foreign country (Paris was my first time out of the US also) and as a writer. Take your time to process everything tho…
yes, transformative is the word and is exactly why i love to travel and live in foreign countries. i’m so pleased for you and i don’t even really know you! 😉
i look forward to reading more. 🙂
Beautiful pictures, Stacia!