No plans

Paris with no plans can seem surprising, to say the least. Even so, it was true.

Getting there was the plan. But also that was where the planning stopped.
Getting out of the house was a must. But checking a long list of "to do" and "to see" in a new place was never appealing to me.

So there I was: ready to roam the streets, curious about my own reaction at the city I avoided in my trips for so long, ready to be mesmerized if that should ever happen, ready to try different local things.

 Miles after, hours later, with my head spinning and my heart full, all I wanted was to curl up on the sofa.

 The remains of the day... of my first day in Paris.

Here's to many more!