With all the sad news about Paris this week I have realized how special that city is to me.
I can’t really put my finger on it because although I am from Baltimore, Maryland, I find myself with a great affection for Paris, so much so that I would call Paris MY city.
In Paris the things that we here in America would want to spruce up look perfect as they are.
And other single items so Parisian.
The old wood is truly old, an unashamed.
And the simple details are not just for show, they’re functional.
Is it a wonder what my house looks like?
Do you have a city that defines you?