From Paris with Love

Dearest, I’m sitting outside at a café in Paris. I feel the fall breeze, but summer is fighting to stay. Keep the envelope – the Parisian postage stamp will remind you of the last time you were here with me, long ago. I remember how much you love letters because you consider them a dying…

Trouver sa Voie

It was a sunny morning in August but I could feel the Parisian chill, which felt refreshing. I arrived an hour before the Eiffel Tower opened and the line was long. Many tourists also got up early to beat the crowds. I stood in line and avoided making eye contact with the men selling souvenirs….