Leaving Paris early was absolutely devastating. I felt that just as I was really understanding the city, and getting to know it from a truly local perspective, we had to leave. It was not a gradual goodbye or a mutual understanding, but happened all at once, a whirl wind of an adventure, whisked to the airport and back to the United States immediately. It was incredibly weird first arriving in JFK. I felt like I had been gone for so long, but at the same time, I felt as if I had barely been gone. It was confusing and weird and sad all at once. I miss Paris deeply, and when i think too hard, I get so, so sad.
While we were in Paris it was always grey, mostly, and rained often. Yet still, the beauty of the city was undeniable. I had never been in such a beautiful city for that long, and to miss Paris in the spring time upsets me SO MUCH! While my time was cut short, I’ll still look back on it so fondly, and all the memories I made and people I met while there. I know I’ll go back one day and spend more time, spend a long time, and reminisce on this city I didn’t know I knew so well.
So, despite the grey skies, and the sadness. I present to you, my greatest Parisian inspiration pics:
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