How do you ever say good-bye to a place you're head over heels in love with?
The food, the roof tops, the burst of flowers on window sills. The fact that they ride their bikes everywhere. The morning aroma of baked bread and the crunch of a baguette between your fingers when you tear it apart. The way they correct our French...always with a little smile. Did I mention the food?
So I've decided not to say good-bye at all, as the next little adventure is already being planned as we speak.
See you soon Paris.