After 22 hours, a large coffee in Doha and zero hours sleep, we have finally arrived.
Stepping out into the Parisian streets feels as though I've been wrapped up in a comfortable and familiar cardigan. I feel as though I was here only last week, not 12 months ago. Everything seems the same, yet a little different. Perhaps not quite as shiny and new as I once thought in past visits, but maybe even better. Like an old friend who's been waiting for a big hug. Maybe even a little like home.
I like this feeling. A lot!