Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.
--from in the final vignette of Paris Je T’Aime [again]
. . . and since it's off to paris at the end of next week, a litte inspiration to set the mood . . .
[images : photography by laura evans photography -- thanks, sarah! x]
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We will be in Paris at the same time! Enjoy your trip, it will be my first!
So beautiful!
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