Three Coloradans at the Eiffel Tower. Last summer was pretty magical, with lovely ladies in town and a hot summer that weirdly enough felt longer than the others after a long trip to Denver, and some down time before my professional life kicked off.
Valerie was still living in Paris, one of my partners in crime and another Colorado francophile and my dear friend Rachel came to visit Paris for the first time. A trip to the Champs de Mars is always in store. As I’ve expressed previously on this little blog of mine, I love how full of locals this park is, depite being the pinacle of all tourism in the City of Lights. 7th dwellers come for a jog or to lay in the sun, other locals treck the city for the most cliché view with a bottle of wine or two… it’s pretty fantastic, even when packed.
I’m ready for some fresh air. Paris feels more alive in summertime.