by Wendy
Paris and I go back about twenty years. The inaugural visit was with my sister April right after I graduated from college. The second and third connections were with my husband Jack – a long weekend in January, a summer trip in August. When I learned my sister Sunny was planning a first-time journey to Paris with her husband and daughter, I asked if I could tag along. Sunny said Oui, and we spent a week there earlier this month.

It had been almost ten years since I was last in Paris. I had forgotten how much I love the city. I truly love the city. Paris is truly beautiful. Only Paris is Paris. Whether seeing it for the first or fourth time. Whether gazing at landmarks or wandering random streets. I want to go back.

There will be upcoming posts with tips and stories and photos, and I hope they all convey my rapt admiration and enchanted appreciation that a city like this exists and lets us visit and dream and find inspiration over and over again.