I stumbled across this quote from Hemmingway and it could not be more fitting to describe my husband’s love for this city and how it has influenced his life.

I’ll share memories of my visit to France in a future post, but for now I wanted to leave you with this image. Although it’s blurry and the composition far from perfect, I love it. My husband once took a year to live in Paris as a young adult and Notre Dame is his favorite architectural structure. When I look at this photograph (taken on our first trip to Paris together and his first time back in quite some years), I imagine the memories of his time in the city flooding back to him. The nostalgia he must have felt as he stood there thinking about that time he took a chance and left home to live with a family he had never met, who spoke a language he didn’t speak, becoming enamored with this beautiful city and all that it offered. Perhaps also Parisian girls but I don’t get to hear about that part.