I go to Paris every year, it’s just like a rite. Or more a need. I’d like to spend some months there, after the degrees.
Everything is magic. So many different people walking around the Eiffel Tower. Some chocolate at Fuchon , a dinner at L’annexe in Montmartre, a light candle in Sacre Cour, a drink at Cafè de l’homme. Saying -hello- to Edith Piaf and Amedeo Modigliani at Père Lachaise cemetery.
Girls in leggings and trench in summer or winter, because weather changes from sun to cold in a moment.
Bohemian men with long scarves and cigarettes in their mouth.
Smell of baguettes and pain au chocolat.
This is -my- Paris.