2 days in Paris

Waking up in Paris felt like living in a painting. The soft morning light spilled through the windows, and the air smelled like fresh bread from a nearby boulangerie. As I stepped out, every street seemed to tell its own story—cobblestones under my feet, little cafés at every corner, and people chatting over espresso like they had all the time in the world. I wandered along the Seine, watching the boats pass under the bridges. The Eiffel Tower peeked through the trees, and when I finally stood beneath it, I just stared, soaking in the moment I had dreamed of for so long. Eating a warm croissant by the river, watching the sky slowly turn gold—it was peaceful, romantic, and grounding all at once. I wasn’t rushing anywhere. I was just there—present, happy, and full of awe