I'm sure there's not one single solitary doubt from anyone who knows me about how much I adore Paris.
I feel very much at home in Paris.
I feel comfortable roaming at will, not having a plan or a place to be.
If I'm lost, I'm okay with it all.
It's just another opportunity to look up and discover another piece of wonderful.
But there's another side to Paris, and it's one that breaks my heart.
We see it here in the States - and have done since Reagan, and it breaks my heart, but I am never fully prepared when I see it in Paris.
A few feet away there was a Fashion Week photo shoot going on.
Life.
It's so full of heartbreak.
Even in paradise.
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