I cannot find the right words yet to describe Paris. Amazing [yes], magical [even more so the second time around], but even with all of the history, pride and pretension, still so very down the earth.
We did a lot of walking, finding tiny shops and hard to find hole in the walls wedged in between Musée Rodin and Centre Pompidou, from Sorbonne to Jardin du Luxembourg. After our first few days, Helena and I finally got our Vélib’ subscriptions by signing up online and they made a world of difference. Travel times were cut in half and we were thankful to exercise more than just our walking muscles.
Though that’s not to say we didn’t have our Vélib’ troubles. Many stations were empty, or had busted bikes with missing pedals, seats and/or wheels. All part of the charm, right?
[[ gitman brothers vintage buffalo check shirt, similar // james perse t // coach thompson leather backpack // h&m jeans // coach nathaniel lizard slip-on sneakers // hermès bracelet // raybans, photographs by the talented brooklyn blonde ]]