i am a closet fan of diana krall. closet, as in, not a lot of people know that about me and a lot of people don’t actually know who she is. but between her live concert in paris that i watched over and over as kid, my countless celine dion french albums and [one of my favorite guilty pleasure movies], an education, i have created a parisian dream in my mind that i could not shake for over ten years.
after my third trip this past spring, i feel as though my french dreams are never too far from the truth. paris is a must-see at least once in your life. not to just say you have “been there, done that” but to proclaim that you know what tranquility feels like. walking along the seine as if the wind carried the sounds of juliette greco. sipping on a foamy cappuccino and scouring away a chocolate infused crepe as though calories were the thing of the past, something to not give mention to. roaming the streets of the champs-elysées in search of the perfect handbag. or perhaps skipping the cobblestone streets on the outskirts of the city centre in hopes of creating a memory to share with your future grandchildren.
these are the adventures that i have had [plus some crazier ones that i would love to share with whomever over drinks]. these are the adventures of a tourist. adventures of a traveler. adventures of a wanderlust.
