The road home
It has been a blur of days. I've been constantly asked which city was my favourite and I'm failing in trying to figure out the answer to that. I'm still processing it all. It's been overwhelming to describe the experience and to pinpoint what it is that I most loved - or even which city. However, vehement in my memory are the long days of sunshine - how the sun didn't set until nine at night, baguettes sticking out of grocery bags in Paris, the smell of rain that seeped through the windows in London and the crystal clear waters of Lucerne.
The above shots were taken on my last night in Paris before the long haul home. They are snaps of the streets and places around our apartment we called home for a week in the first arrondissement, captured just after golden hour and into dusk. More to come.