Wine, cheese, and a crusty baguette on the banks of the Seine celebrating our anniversary.
Riding on the Metro-we get lost, but who cares- it’s Paris!
A late night stop to hear a band in a wine cellar. Cheeks flushed from dancing, we leave the bar and go hunting for the perfect pastry to end the night.
Watching the children blowing bubbles after a rain. Memories become trapped in the kaleidoscope of colors.
We sleep in each other’s arms amid the cacophony of the city that never seems to rest.
Falling in love with each other again after 17 years of marriage. Ties that bind. Never to be broken.
the scent of baking baguettes