Maybe it is the weather. The drizzling rain, the cloudy days, and the countless gray buildings that look more alive in the summer instead of in the cold wind. Maybe it is because this weather does not let me go out and enjoy the streets of Paris like I did when I first arrived here … Continue reading Bajón

Red Lips, Black Heels

On the wind, 'cross the sea, / Hear this song and remember... Soon you'll be home with me / Once upon a December. We used to chant growing up, "together in Paris!" Here we are, 16 years later, never actually knowing that we would be living together... in Paris. I landed in France in August. … Continue reading Red Lips, Black Heels