The first time I went to Paris was this past autumn with the lovely @izyhossack. It was for a little over a day and we were on a mission to tackle some of the best eats from Paris's bakeries and cafés. After pastry-ing ourselves out, we did pizza and wine for dinner (judge us not!), saw the Eiffel Tower for the quickest photo opportunity ever, and I stocked up on an ungodly amount of skincare and a bit of chocolate. Paris is one of those places that everyone seems to fall in love with, and I couldn't understand why when I finally got there. I understood the shopping, but nothing more. I started a new job recently (hence my lack of posting) and it gave me the opportunity to return to Paris a couple weeks ago. I went with the intention to replenish my skincare collection, to be quite honest, but Paris's charm hit me right in the face when I walked through the streets with my coworkers. The thing with Paris is this: it has charm— you just have to pay attention... Its hole-in-the-wall restaurants, the old buildings, the generously kind servers, and the extremely passionate people are what made me understand why it's so revered. To some, it's the city of love; to me, it's the city that's rough around the edges and filled with charm. And really good pastries. Of course.