Just yesterday I lamented that I hadn’t kept records of my comings and goings over all these years. Today, for all the wrong reasons, I got to dig through the box of souvenirs, postcards, letters, ticket stubs and photos from my time in Paris in 2005. It turns out I haven’t been that bad at documenting my experiences after all.
What’s happened in Paris is a tragedy. The new brought tears to my eyes. Though this will become another chapter in its story, I’m thankful I saw one of its earlier volumes and I hope to someday revisit that hallowed ground. ????????????❤️
