France

Spend a semester studying in the City of Light, Paris will always be a home and hold a soft space in my soul. Many returns later, it's still black and white in my head- with a shnazzy set of rosy shades, too many museum visits, and as Baudelaire's flaneur when I walk her streets. RIP Charlie Hebdo, Notre Dame, and my inevitable whiplash whenever i return. (LOTS of lost files in this dept)