Paris, Paris…I think, I write a lot about France or somehow mention it. And I would have never thought that exactly this country and town would become truly special one for me.
My very first visit to Paris was 17 years ago right before I entered the school. I still remember how we were strolling with my parents down the narrow streets of Paris, how we fed pigeons on Champs Elysee, my first windcheater with cute and funny characters from the famous cartoon about a small elephant Babar bought in Galleries Lafayette, and of course the first Eiffel tower experience that I still afraid of and the very first trip to Disneyland. This was my first time in Paris that awakened my love for this city, however I didn’t realized that love inside of me at those time. It took me more trips to Paris as with family, and alone as well, to finally found out that this is exactly a very special place, where I feel myself comfortable in any ways.
Paris inspires. It helps you understood your strength, your potential and your significance. He does not depress, he just can not do so. I feel it as my native city because I just can not get lost in it. I can guide myself in Paris so well that sometimes I couldn’t believe it, because in Moscow I know only a few places that allows me to find the way without using a Google maps. And still I don’t know French language very well, but I can speak and understand it here and there, and this fact helped me understand another thing – Paris also accepted me and loves in return. And it always waits me back, no matter if it is a small week trip or a long term travel, that can become a beginning of an amazing story.
Coat – Max Mara
Blouse – Zara
Jeans – Zara
Bag – Carven
Scarf – Burberry
Hat – ASOS
Shot with Olympus Pen E-pl7
Photo credits Anastasia Borisova