Paris, How Wild It Was
“The wanting was a wilderness, and I had to find my own way out of the woods. It took me four years, seven months, and three days to do it. I didn’t know where I was going until I got there.” – Cheryl Strayed, Wild.
Saint-Sulpice church, 6ème, two towers of different design:
Having a coffee, 18ème, view of a sloping Montmartre hill:
Jardin du Luxembourg, 6ème, no green in sight:
Abri, 92 rue du Faubourg-Poissonnière, 75010, Modern French, first course in a four-course tasting lunch menu:
Rifle in the 3ème, post-Charlie Hebdo:
Place de la République, post-Charlie:
Jacques Genin, 133 Rue de Turenne, 75003, good chocolat chaud:
Getting lost in the 6ème alleys:
9ème, poulet with capers and potatoes, yumm:
9ème, poutrine de porc adobo, seared the fatty top to perfection:
Twilight at the Seine, feeling grateful at Pont des Arts:
“How wild it was, to let it be.” – Cheryl Strayed, Wild.