I’ll see a photo of the Eiffel Tower or see a street of Paris on t.v. and there is a deep, deep longing inside of me to be there. I think because we had barely any time to explore Paris that now the city to me is like a dream even though I know I ate the most amazing Beef Bourguignon there. I remember drinking wine, laughing in the rain, watching the Eiffel sparkle at night, walking through Versailles….I just wanted a few more days like how I had a few days in London.
But all I can do now is dream….. 🙂 I remember floating down the Hall of Mirrors in a palace that could be the setting of a fairy tale.
And I swear I could have found a rabbit hole to fall into in these gardens….
But nope, I didn’t fall and I sure wasn’t Alice. HAHA…but I’d love to go back!