

There's something about cities and how every inch of it is photogenic. They twinkle, they buzz, they make you feel lonely and a part of something grand all at once. Yet I still can't decide which I like better--the city or country. They're both polar opposites. When I'm in one, I can't help but to think about the other. When I can see the stars, I want the glittering city lights and vice versa. I guess my desires are all twisted and muddled. I have an affinity though for smokey cities, where the sky is grey and the clouds hang low, but it's not long before I want to come back to the West Coast sun. I guess I'm a bipolar traveller. Odd.
If you haven't already, check out my Versailles series. It goes along quite swimmingly with this Parisian post. I have a couple more Paris posts lined up too, but it may take a while to get everything sorted as the first weeks of school are insanely hectic. Right now I'm just trying to locate my sanity. Why are pot pies so delicious? I really want a chicken pot pie.
Pictures & words by Elise
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