|The view from our window - Eiffel Tower in distance|
|The view of our window. We added another bottle by the time we left.|
|Fourth French floor, which means one more flight of stairs than you think|
|The courtyard below. Not pictured: cat|
|Paris. Gray, gray Paris.|
I have a friend who doesn't like to travel, and she says that travel only gives you the illusion of life in that place. It's not like you could really go someplace for a week and get the true experience of the lives of the people there. It had never occurred to me that the point of travel was to live another life. I told her that you're not trying to have someone else's experience or be someone else. You're finding out who you are in that place, and having been that version of you, you return home a different person.
|Skylight over the stairs, with a balloon that someone lost. Okay, it was me.|