I didn't know I was going to come back to Paris two weeks after. It was totally unexpected, and in this second visit, I realized I fell madly in love with the city.
Paris was so good to me. The people I met, the coffee I drank, the beers and wine that got me drunk, its streets, the endless magic light, the museums and exhibitions, all the crepes and escargots!
Paris is a feast, as Hemingway said once. And to be honest, it's the truth.
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| Shakespeare and Co is a great bookstore, but coffee is not that good, whoops! |
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| This man played the guitar for an hour (or more). I sat next to him to enjoy the warm sun and the tunes he was playing. It was one of the most magic moments of my life. |
VOLEZ VOGUEZ VOYAGEZ
(at the Grand Palais)
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| At the end of the exhibition, there was a space where you could see how shoes and bags were (hand)made at Louis Vuitton. They have a pretty complex artisanal work. |
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| Fragments, my favorite café in Paris. |
MERCI
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