07/06/2026
My second time in Paris, and somehow it felt even more special than the first. There’s something about this city that keeps pulling me back. I can genuinely see myself returning every year.
This trip wasn’t about ticking off landmarks. I spent more time wandering through places like Montmartre and visiting the Basilica of the Sacré-Cœur, slowing down and appreciating the quieter side of Paris.
One of the highlights was meeting my cousin again after several years apart. It reminded me how travel isn’t always about where you go, but who you share moments with.
I also visited the Bourse de Commerce for an art exhibition that felt like it belonged somewhere between a dream and a nightmare. The installations were strange, unsettling, and fascinating all at once—the kind of art that makes you feel slightly uncomfortable in the best possible way. At moments, I genuinely felt as though I’d wandered into a haunted house, surrounded by people in whimsical outfits moving through these surreal spaces. It was a complete fever dream, and somehow, I loved every minute of it.
Paris has a way of making ordinary things feel meaningful. There’s a quiet poetry in its streets, cafés, and little corners that makes you want to pay attention. Maybe that’s why I think it’s important to romanticise your life. Not by pretending everything is perfect, but by noticing the beauty that’s already there.
Along the way, I also stopped by Longchamp, browsed a few pharmacies for some French beauty finds, and simply enjoyed being present in a city that never seems to run out of stories.
Thanks for coming along with me! ❤️🇫🇷
My second time in Paris, and somehow it felt even more special than...
