I had a dream I was back in Paris last night. It wasn’t anything splashy or iconically Parisian, no vistas of the city or accordion music. But we went to Ladurée and I ordered macarons en Français and then we went to a poetry reading (?). I need to be there now. It’s been a month and two days and I’m ready to go back again. Especially after seeing this video, by photographer Andrew Julian, on how amazing Paris in the winter (duh, I could have told you that, though not as beautifully). I’m watching this on repeat today and looking at flights. I’m ready to go back.