I think going to Paris was like meeting someone who you didn’t know you were searching for but desperately needed.
When you meet someone like that, their essence stays with you and they run through your head all day, as if they’re the answer to all your questions. You want to be unforgettable to them because they were so supremely different from all the rest that the memory of how their skin feels is perpetually etched into your mind; even when they go, they’re never really gone.
During those walks the city left it’s essence on us, and we did the same to it. We left our footprints on the pavement and our voices hanging in the air, hoping that the city would remember us, because we knew we’d never forget it.
Rooftop Paris, MollieFox