Dear Paris:
Please don’t tell my husband, but I think I’m in love with you. At first, I wasn’t quite sure — you’re so big-city and posh and elite and I’m small-town and simple and such. I didn’t think we’d be a good match. But, I fell hard for you and your cheese shops and boulangeries, your music from buskers on corners, your lights that twinkle, your plethora of flying buttresses and your culture that oozes everywhere. It also didn’t hurt that you seduced me with ginger ale. I do truly hope that we shall meet again.
Until then. . .
Veronica

 

PS: Hopefully Italy & Paris pictures will be completed soon!