Paris was everything as I imagined it to be. My first time to visit was in November 2013, and all the photos in this post was from that visit. So many things have happened since that time, and now I feel that if I go back it would probably feel so different. It’s hard to imagine that one day Europe will cease to exist as a continent, if we are to believe war and prophecies of the EU falling apart, as well as Baba Vanga’s prophecies of Europe being Muslim occupied in a few years time.
Instead of thinking about the dim future, I would like to remember Europe with its old charm. The music that plays in the streets, the pastries, beignets, coffee cups, stranger’s smiles, that general lightness in the air.
I was so excited on my first visit to Paris, I wanted to see so many things and I remember there was even a Paris Photo exhibit at the Grand Palais exactly at the same time when I was visiting. Although at that time I was more excited to just be in the city with my then boyfriend than really any architecture or art in Paris itself, we still managed to see so many things and I’ve grown to appreciate them more after some time.
Traveling is amazing that way, sometimes you don’t see the beauty of something until much after, like when you accidentally see those old pictures and remember what it felt like during that trip.