What is it about Paris that draws me back over and over? Even today, I am feeling the pull towards the city of lights and pondering an escape for a few days.

Convergent Journey‘s post answered that question for me in part. Paris tugs at the hear strings: I am at home in the city and as the French say  “je suis bien dans ma peau” (content in my own skin).

Walking down the same streets, and even some new ones, the familiarity of the architecture and surroundings is soothing. But there is always a new element: maybe the sunlight  hits the building from a different angle and the image ingrained in my memory changes. This is why I love Paris.