This spring, I packed my bags and finally got my ass to Paris. And could you have a better tour guide than one of your best friends, who also happens to be 3/4 French and run a shop called Vintage from Paris? The answer is no. We also managed to time our visit right after photographer Jamie Beck published her Paris Eats post, which I cannot recommend highly enough. I still dream about cute bistros, amazing cakes, and, of course, margaritas from heaven (specifically, hidden Mexican bars).
Someone once told me that everyone loves Paris for the same reasons, but people coming back from Berlin always have a unique story for it. There’s some truth in that observation. But after a magical weekend here, I’m perfectly happy with loving Paris just like everyone else does. It’s gorgeous.