ah, Paree.

it's funny how after having been home only about two weeks -- my memories of europe are already taking on that old filmstripish type effect-- little segments of moving pictures, a bit distorted and choppy, flooded with golden light. i've lately been revolting against taking too many pictures of things, even when i find myself in faraway destinations. probably because of my regret at missing 'the magic' of too many moments because i've put a camera between me and the experience itself. of course, with that said, there wasn't a day that i didn't lug around my camera and alternate lens (oft with shoulder aching), and try to capture something that left an impression...

perhaps my favorite moments in Paris were those spent walking the little cobblestone streets or riding the metro from one place to another, experiencing the city right alongside all the people who call it home. popping on and off the metro became second nature, and i was sad by the end to throw away my well-used little ticket. the city is arguably one of the most beautiful in the world (though Barcelona still has my heart and vote), with its masterful blending of ancient and modern architecture. and the food -- well, Paris takes the cake, or more rightfully, the croissant (and not to mention, the boeuf bourguignon). and i'm sorry disneyland, your medal for the best churros has just been handed to a little man near the catacombs, who cut the dough and deep fried it right before my very eyes! sheesh! suffice it to say - pounds were most definitely gained!

the art! i could not believe all of the amazing art we saw - even the museums themselves were something to behold. the Centre Pompidou stole the show for me -- after spending so many years in my art history classes and only seeing slides of modern art masterpieces, to see them in person was a huge highlight.

there really is just too much to say about this fabulous place!