parisian mornings

Whilst performing my morning ritual - including but not limited to: coffee, word of the day and blog stalking - I found Little Brown Pen; creative stylings of a woman currently living in Paris and logging her experiences, visually and through the written word.

It's time like this when I read about Paris and see it's smallest beauties captured through photos and storytelling that my heart melts for the city and I miss it with a tangible pain.

Now that I've found her blog I'll have to follow it closely and see if her experience living in the city of lights and loves mirrors mine in any way. Maybe I'll draft her an email and tell her that she simply cannot logically live without L'as du Falafel, or the little street full of restaurants and lights off of Rue des beaux-arts. Possibly tune her in to the matchbox-sized, hole in the wall bar that is Bob Cool. My Paris, hopefully different than the way other people experienced the city, is full of the windy streets that spill out many secrets unseen on le grand boulevards; so many places in that city that have possibly been seen by me and me alone - or if you're lucky, with an equally as vivacious companion.

above and below: Shakespeare and Company; 

my favorite Parisian bookstore.

above: sitting in Luxembourg Gardens

below: sitting in the Louvre Gardens