There are so many reasons I love Paris. Here are a few:
The old lady talking to a dog in a wagon outside Bon Marche.
‘Love locks’ all over the Passerelle des Arts that no one tries to ‘clean up’.
A patisserie window that looks like a dream.
The fact that when I say, hey, you guys, over here, and they do this, it’s still a good photo, because it’s beautiful Montmartre.
And walking home looks like this.
(Anguished sob.) Why is it so far away?