The Eiffel Tower. The Louvre. Versailles. Notre Dame. The Seine. It was all so beautiful. She sat at a brasserie on Rue Cler–a street down which her beloved Hemingway strolled–sipping a cafe creme while watching the stream of people wash by her. Paris was beautiful. Yet still, something tugged at her and she could not wait to sortie.
Photo Story #92
