It really took a while for Paris to grow on me.

We have been plagued by the coldest winter and summer that most people can remember here. Literally I couldn’t wear sandals until this week. So of course I never wanted to go outside. People are smelly. I don’t speak French half as well as I thought. There’s no air conditioning (because of course on the odd days that it is hot, it’s like hellfire and brimstone). And just breathing is super expensive. I remember when I first got here feeling like my little bit of money just evaporated into thin air.

But despite all this, I literally woke up one day some weeks ago, and realized that I had fallen in love with this city full of smelly people. (Seriously, it was just like that moment in Clueless when Cher realizes that she’s “butt crazy in love with Josh” as shes’s sitting on the steps and Celine Dion’s “All By Myself” fades out and golden fountains start spouting).

And my favourite thing to do in the city is walk. I feel like Paris is a city full of juicy little secret amazing things to do and see (for free!) and walking around helps you ferret them out. In fact, I don’t think three months is enough time to discover everything that can be discovered here, and I think I want to move back some time in the future (read: when I am rich) to live here for six months. A very specific 6 months mind you (March , post Carnival, to September, pre-Arctic tundra).

Until that happens I have taken some great pics on my strolls around Paris. Do enjoy!