Paris

Paris.  Paris.  Paris.  So old, so beautiful, so new.  I feel no entitlement to even write about this city.  I am too new.  Non, not new, but new to travel.  There is no describing the difference between Paris and any other city I've seen--so old, so wise, so jaded, yet so alive and celebratory about its place, its very high place, in the world.  I have always fallen in love easily, so this is what I expect, but still, Paris.  I know instinctively that I must come here again.  I'm not sure how to explain it.  It's as if I only took one nibble, maybe even just inhaled the scent, of something so powerful and foreign... that I had to pause.  Do you know?