france, with my great-grand mother's quaint eiffel facing apartment and france, with its enchanting aura. with marie-claude and guddi lounging on the rooftops of houses in paris.
the beloved port-city of cherbourg where i spent most of my childhood being strolled around in the aisles of a supermarket. the city in which we planned to spend a month in but then stayed for 11 years.
the city i where in i fell in love for the very first time. cherbourg with its beautiful bed and breakfasts and infuriatingly beautiful neighbours.
now, we climb the stairs of the eiffel and get our caricatures drawn by a man with a beret. we drop 10 euros in the cup of a violinist and watch people getting engaged in the lourve.
we walk hand in hand, not needing any directions because we know these streets by heart. just like i know the exact curvature and the lines encompassing his hand. dancing on the cobblestoned streets.
with a month and 1 day left in hand, now i wonder why france wasn't our last destination, because i feel so so content and happy in this moment, that i don't even mind the noise, or the hustle and bustle of it all.
paris! i love you!
