This year, we went to Paris for my birthday. We took a few extra days to make a long weekend longer and had a wonderful time. Neither of us had been to Paris before but we both really enjoyed being there — I loved it (duh). On my actual birthday, we saw some pretty churches, went to one of the best bookstores ever (Shakespeare and Company, of course), had a fantastically parisian lunch experience, shopped, got sugar comas from sinful hot chocolate and macarons, and enjoyed some nice wine. It was perfect.
Note: this picture was not taken on my actual birthday, as it was raining that day. In case you didn’t know, it always rains on my birthday; this time, it only added charm to the whole experience.