Paris. Is.



I promised to post from Paris…and I’m chagrined because there’s so much to say that I’m rendered speechless. Where to begin?  

A friend emailed me after I shared some photographs of my trip. “How can you not come back a changed person?”

And that’s the point.

So this post is a placeholder, a promise to share and write in depth upon my return.  You, dear readers, deserve only the best, my best.

I’ll begin my regular, twice weekly posting schedule next week. In the meantime, I hope you are all well and happy.

A bientot!

xo Liza





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