Paris was amazing. I think that’s probably been one of my most frequent utterances this week, and every time I’ve said it I’ve had a stupid grin on my face. It was my first completely independent holiday, Amy and I organised everything, and it was amazing.
It’s such a cliché but during those six days in Pairs I fell in love with the city. I’ve never been a city girl; I have a terrible sense of direction and I believe the only time you should be tightly crammed up against a sweaty stranger is at a gig, not on a train. But Paris was different and even though we were doing the touristy things like the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre and the Arc de Triomphe, it wasn’t like going to London.
The beauty and magic of Paris engulfed me, inspiring me and making me remember why I love art and photography. Paris also made me embrace my terrible map reading skills and I can safely say I'm now a pro at using the Metro.
I came home from Paris with an extra bag full things I’d bought, a bit of a tan and a wonderful feeling I can’t quite describe that has kept me on a high all this week despite lots of extra shifts at work.
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