my love

I realized at 5 pm today that it was Valentine's. This damn bar has made my days blur and I actually mistook today as a Sunday. I've never celebrated this holiday, even when I was in a relationship. It just seemed less special since everyone else was celebrating it, and the incredible amounts of mushy-ness drove me insane. Nonetheless, I'm not that cold hearted.  *_*  I thought about wearing red today, and even pulled out a dress that's really cute to wear out...but I didn't go out...so I'm reposting some pics of Paris ... because this is what I think about when I hear the word "love".  Paris is the city of love. Everything that embodies this word is boxed up in this gorgeous city. Couples walk hand in hand, the views are breathtaking, the history bringing everything to life....and who can forget the aprodasiac foods! Being a single girl in this city still makes me happy because the French don't just embrace the couples kind of love, but also the love of oneself. Here, in this city, when I was 17, was when I first fell in love...with me. I learned more about myself in Paris than in any other place I've traveled to. It allowed me the opportunity to explore my curiosity and passions, my friendships/relationships, and most importantly, my individuality. Since then, I've been back 3 times, and each time, it gets better. These pics were taken this last winter by Kat when we spent a heavenly month living in the Marais after a worldwind tour of Asia and Eastern Europe. We decided to walk to La Tour Eiffel that day, and it was bitterly cold, but I got myself a choclat chaud et une crepe nutella, and smiled gleefully at the camera [see below].

h&m hearts romper, gap long-sleeve tee, zara tights, h&m neck scarf