Between Berlin and Tangier, I had a one-day layover in
Paris. In the past, I’ve had kinda mixed feelings about this city. My first time I found the general population cold and distant, while the air was filled with a
false promise of romance.
The second time was near the end of my 9-month euro-trip and
I met up with my mom for the week. Seeing the city through her eyes showed me a
place filled with beauty and sweet nostalgia- much better than the previous
visit.
