I'm just going to go ahead and admit it : I've become somewhat of a Francophile.
I'm not exactly sure how or where or why but flying low over the French countryside, just before we landed in Paris, a tiny little piece of me instantly felt 'home', despite any familial ties to this place. Perhaps because (other than Spain, where I did a study abroad stint) this is the first international destination that I haveever been to twice. Believe me, I love adventure and having an unknown place completely change my pre-conceived perception, but there was something really refreshing about returning to a city/neighborhood/street/subway station that held familiarity. That I didn't have to navigate tentatively or worry whether I was safe. In many ways, I was able to appreciate this trip, this city on a different level. Having already seen many of the sites, I turned my focus to the people; the tourists often indistinguishable from the locals. I tried to capture tiny slices of everyday life as it happened.