Saturday, July 18, 2009

I.L.P.






"Paris.  How cliched to be impressed.  But I was.  It's an unbelievable gift to be able to travel.  It just is.  How thrilling.  How thrilling to be somewhere different - where every sight and smell seems strange and exotic.  Paris, where I'd been so many times before, was still a foreign city to me.  The cafes, the bread, the cheese, the men with their ruddy faces and gray mustaches - and the smell.  It smells old and earthy.  European.  I love it."





2 comments:

Unknown said...

I love this. Paris literally haunts you once you've been. It never lets you go.

Kimbrolynn said...

As does every place you visit in enchantment.

Find me here, and speak to me
I want to feel you, I need to hear you
You are the light that's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again.