I dont know what it is. What changed.
But all of the sudden, my thoughts have been consumed. 
Completely and entirely consumed. 
With Paris. 
Not a big shock? Well, for me it kind of is. It has always been on my list. You know, my massive, never ending list of places I want to go. BUT, its not been at the top. Not the top five at least. But now, it is all I think about. Its everywhere. Every movie I watch turns out to be either in Paris or about Paris. And every thing I read, Paris pops up. It is everywhere. 
Im utterly and completely smitten by Paris and the thought of someday experiencing it. 


  1. I feel the exact same way.

  2. This picture is simply beautiful and I think one can't help, but fall in love with Paris from it and be consumed and captivated by it!

    I feel lucky to have gotten to visit a few times and my mother was able to live there when she was teaching at Berlitz and her stories from her time there before she married my extraordinary father are wonderful!

    ...I just know you will get there one day! :)

    Liesl :)

  3. Viens ? Voyage ! On n'a qu'une vie...

    I love my city... and she loves me back. I get mad at Paris, I leave, but I was born there and I believe that makes me who I am.

    You should do it. You should come to Paris. I'll wait for you with a glass of wine. Or an espresso (most flights land pretty early in a morning) ;)

  4. Anonymous1.10.10

    And you will. Consider your trip planned and financed = )

  5. Love that place. A universe itself. You should go there. And if you arrive early in the morning like "French Lover" said, try an onion soup in Montmartre. It will be the best arrival...

  6. Me too! I think this means we both need to go. asap.





[par-uh-shoot] noun, verb, -chut·ed, -chut·ing.
a folding, umbrellalike, fabric device for allowing a person, to float down safely through the air from a great height.

“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty