If you’ve been following my blog for a little while, you know that my love affair with this city was not what you’d call love at first sight. Rather, it’s the story of the little prince and the fox, a story of gently taming, trip after trip, visit after visit. Today I can say that Paris lives inside me. Dear to my heart are the morning croissants, The Eiffel Tower, Jardin du Palais Royal, Jardin des Plantes, the Tuileries, their so-called…
