Paris, Je T’Aime: Looking Back

I cannot say exactly when I fell in love with Paris. I suppose I came by it gradually. Before I knew that this love had seized me irrevocably, I thought that if there was one place in the world I was truly in love with, it was Florence, Italy. That if I had the wherewithal, it was where I would have chosen to live. For the art. For the history. For the Florentine sensibility I imagined it to have. For the gelato and the loggia in the Piazza della Signoria. All contained in a coherent little pack...