Lots of Dreaming today of this place.

Hard to believe it’ll be going on close to a year ago that I was last in Paris. I remember so clearly the day TC took this picture of me on the Pont des Arts.

It had suddenly just turned very cold and the wind was picking up. It looked so bare and bleak yet hopeful, too. And still, full of such beauty. Paris always is.

We didn’t really have a destination in mind that day. We both just wanted to wander. See where the streets led us.

It’s also hard for me to believe that the next time I’ll be abroad, I’ll be plus another. My own child. I’m not sure how or what that looks like, it’s been me for so very long that I honestly can’t even picture a child with me.

But I know it’s bound to be an adventure, of sorts. It has to be.

All travel is. Paris, je t’aime.