Celebrating beautiful France today! 🇫🇷 I’ve compiled a few festive photos to commemorate my love for not just Paris, but all the other beautiful cities, villages, and countryside throughout France. ❤️💙
In France, we’re busy with the Tour de France 🚴🏽🚵🏽, a military parade, flyovers ✈️, and of course an impressive fireworks show at the Eiffel Tower and elsewhere throughout the country. 🎇
A high school exchange, a semester abroad, two homestays in different cities, multiple road trips through multiples regions, and years in Paris, and I have yet to tire of this beautiful country. I’m so thankful for all the friendships I’ve made here and all the wonderful experiences I’ve had and those that are yet to come.
And a few I took in Kansas City for a 14 Juillet photo shoot! 📸
Another year on the books for me. It’s been a truly wild year with lots of excitement, plenty of heartache, and some of the best adventures. I’m ready for more! Thanks to you all for being part of the journey! 🎈🎂🎈
I’ve loved Valentine’s Day since I was a little girl. I think what I love is that it comes after (an often dreary) winter and feels like a ray of hope looking toward Spring with all the bright colors and flowers. 💐🌹
I’ve compiled a few colorful shots to share today to commemorate this love-filled day. Enjoy❣️
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Coucou, Everyone! Just had to share one of my favorite photos and its accompanying story…
A year ago, a friend of a friend told me she had a friend (are you following?) that I just had to meet, as she was about to move to Paris. Great, I thought, I love to meet others with a shared love for Paris. Patty and I agreed to meet in the neighborhood she had chosen to live in for the next 12 months: the 11th. Of the 20 arrondissements in Paris, a handful of them hold much less interest to me than others, and the 11th is one of them. I can’t say I know why this is, but something about it has never had much draw for me. I know there are many loyal onzième-ers out there, so please don’t be offended! Anyway, the good news is, Patty – even before moving to Paris – loved the 11th, so she was totally prepared to share her knowledge of the neighborhood with me.
We made plans for a morning date on what ended up being a rather wet day. I stopped over at her place near a charming small park, then we headed to the nearby and newly-opened Broken Biscuits. We chatted briefly with the two employees then ordered our goodies and settled into the front two seats. As you can see from the exterior photo, it’s a very small space, so we were lucky to get the best seats in the house.
Not too many people stopped in in the time we were sitting there, but the story that goes along with the shot of me in the window is one of my all-time favorite photo stories. You see, a woman with the red grocery cart walked up first, and parked her market purchases right out front. Seeing this, I interrupted Patty, and hopped outside to take a photo. What a cute shot, right? Within a couple of minutes, though, a man on this lovely blue bike parked it right in front, and perfectly, too. You see, it’s not leaning, it’s not locked up, it’s just perfectly positioned in front of the shop front.
At this point, Patty was 100% in on the impromptu photo shoot as well, and we knew we had to be quick about it because these customers would be served within minutes. We both jumped up and shot each other sitting poetically in the front window in what had been an already-darling scene, but the elements that came along just made it that much better.
I started this year’s Bastille Day with excitement and in a celebratory mood. I’ve only been in France a couple of times on Bastille Day, but I always celebrate wherever I am in the world.
By afternoon, though, excitement and celebration had turned to tragedy with the breaking news of a mad man plowing through a crowd in Nice. I began seeing photos of Nice everywhere on social media… in the way those of us who have visited think of it: charming, welcoming, and beautiful. I ended up posting the carnival ride shot in the Tuileries on Instagram because I love the joy and carefree feeling it evokes, even in times of great sadness. 🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷
It took me until late last night to realize that the rainbow I saw on Sunday – the first I’ve seen in months – was timely and especially meaningful. 🌈❤️💛💚💙💜 The Universe brings us what we focus on most, so by all means let us focus on LOVE. 💗✌🏼️
The day before I headed back to Paris last week, I started to see photos of flooding in Paris. I hadn’t heard of the floods yet on the news, but the images I was seeing “live” on Instagram were truly shocking. Naturally, once I arrived in Paris, I walked straight to the Seine to see the situation for myself. I am not exaggerating when I say I couldn’t believe my eyes! So many bridges up to their arches with water, no quais to walk along, no boats floating along with hundreds of tourists snapping photos of the monuments, and no romantic strolls across the bridges, even. People were simply too occupied gawking at the heightened water levels (6+ meters at its height). In those few days, I saw more Parisians taking photos of the Seine than I ever had before.
No quais to wander along meant one thing… too many people on higher ground! I had to get out of the center of Paris in order to get some peace and quiet. Luckily, there’s always beautiful Montmartre, and then of course, the Marais, which happened to have a small sea of poppies in bloom that made for the perfect quiet getaway.