lost
This weekend marks the ending of my third weeks in Paris. Three weeks of never-ending beautiful sights, golden statues, museum visits and...
honeymoon
Paris has politely admonished my dreamer self with the cold winds of late January days. Despise having to put on a hat every morning to...
31 rue Cambon, finalement
disclaimer: I know I haven’t written a single post about my life in London yet, but moving to Paris has been truly nothing but a dream...
indulge
“Three weeks, 23 days to be exact, plenty of time” – I thought to myself as I booked my tickets back home to San Francisco and the Bay...
was...
fall in london Discussing about my time abroad in London with my friend on the day of our departure back to America, I noticed myself...