I kind of expected a perfect city, with hazy pink light and being able to see the Eiffel from every second street corner. It was a bit (okay, very) unrealistic. But Paris is still imperfectly perfect, and I feel so blessed that I was able to spend five days in Paris at the age of sixteen.
Now, picturessss. (In no particular order.)
We had a picnic dinner at the Sacre Coeur on our first night.
Almost the tippy top of the Eiffel.
Claude Monet's water lillies.
Best ice cream I've ever had in my whole entire life on our last night in Paris.
We were on our way to the Notre Dame, but we got a bit side tracked...
The Seine River.
We're in Amsterdam right now, and it's very beautiful and...interesting.
We fly back home on Saturday, and I'm glad to be going back. A bit homesick, to be honest.
But homesickness aside, I'm having the time of my life.