It was my dream come true to visit the City of Love, the City of Lights. It was on my bucket list to one day pose underneath the Eiffel Tower. To basque in the presence of Parisians, and walk the streets of that historic city.
Two days were not enough. Two, jam-packed days- not even a full 48 hours there- and I fell in love. I vowed to return again, and again, and again. I knew visiting once would never be enough for me.
The ambiance exuded pure, multi-faceted L O V E, through their music, wine, pastries, people- watching, and French pride. Being amongst the people that love to enjoy life. Love to live. Their romantic, melodic language, the ever-present inspiration in every single nook and cranny of that amazing city. The welcoming people. The easy acceptance of me, contrary to the stereotypes I grew up with.
Every experience was enchanting.
So it goes without saying, my heart hurts for Paris. Such an atrocity, such a tragic time for a city so full of life and fun.
It breaks my heart to see the unlit tower because it means the City of Lights is shrouded in dark mourning. In the blink of an eye, I was just there, that very same day- and it was such a magnificent experience to be with the Parisians, enjoying life just as they do.
To know they're in utter sorrow, has left a morose mark on my heart.
Wishing them peace and strength during this time, and most of all, sending them my love.
Paris, je t'aime.