Paris, France

I was around 2 years old my first time in Paris. And although I can’t recall anything from this trip, it was still special and part of my childhood memory. I remember looking at the photos over and over again until it was stuck in head. One of those photos were of me and my mom standing atop the hill at Sacre Coeur. My mom was carrying me and I was all bundled up, dressed in little blue coat, gray beanie and green scarf two sizes too big for me. We were both looking down at my dad, who was taking the picture. Those photos back then were more, for the lack of better word, cherished, than they are now. It wasn’t digital, and just used a regular film camera but was treasured as there were less but each photo captured more meaning, more emotions, more love. ❤