I am really missing Paris these days. I went last winter and I so want to be back there. Someone recently asked me wouldn't I want to go back when it's warm? Of course, but I liked it in the winter, too. It wasn't too cold and there weren't a ton of tourists. And it felt melancholy and lovely. Slow music in the streets, warm cheese crepes, colorful umbrellas and views of the city coming out of the mist. It felt almost quiet sometimes, like the city was open and ready just for us. Here are some of my favorite pictures from our trip.
*Images courtesy of we heart it & stephmodo


































