Desde Paris Con Amor Today

This isn’t a post about checking off landmarks. You won’t find a long line for the Louvre or a selfie stick battle at the Eiffel Tower here. This is a quiet love letter—a carte postale —written from a tiny, wobbly bistro table with a café crème in hand.

The romance here is in the grit: the faded Art Nouveau signage on a shuttered bakery, the sound of tires on wet cobblestones, the man arguing with his dog near the Bastille. To love Paris is to love the mundane. desde paris con amor

Paris doesn’t try to impress you. That’s the secret. It is perfectly imperfect. This isn’t a post about checking off landmarks

I arrived looking for grand gestures. I found them, but not where I expected. but not where I expected.