I Left My Heart
Part of me wants to write a long, sprawling post about my time in Paris. I want to obsessively detail all the museums, the food, the sites, the art, the wine, the conversations, the emotions. I want to write it all down so that I never forget.
But how do you describe an experience so haunting that words profane it? Memories so profound that remembering wounds you?
Some things are too sacred.
Suffice it to say that I spent every day in a beautiful city with the person I love most. A gallery of pictures here, and my favorites below.
City lights burning in the distance