We strolled. We wandered. We went to museums.
We let the city do what Paris does, it pulls you in with its fashion, its food, its culture, the Jazz drifting out of somewhere you can’t quite find but don’t want to stop hearing.
Then we sat in the garden and waited for the Eiffel Tower to sparkle. And when it did, nobody said anything for a moment. We just looked at each other and understood, how rare this is. How lucky we are. How beyond grateful we are to be exactly here, exactly now, learning not just from classrooms and meetings but from streets and gardens and towers that glow at night.
We love you, Paris.