"Down in Paris they walk fast
That is unless they're walking slow
And in cafes they look away
That is unless they look right in
And in the gardens I get lost
That is unless I'm getting found
And if you are the ghost of New York City
Then won't you stick around?"
And yes, I do love Paris in the rain. And in the sun. And I imagine I'd love it in any sort of weather.
Paris won my heart, just as I knew it would—its people, its architecture, it's views, its food, its air. I managed to navigate through the streets while being mistaken as a local, which made it that much better. And the views of umbrellas scattered around the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, and Musee de Louvre made it a seemingly authentic experience.
Paris, France. 2014.