After 8 years, I finally made my way back to my second home. P A R I S. To those of you who don’t know, I lived in Paris for a few months when I was 18, where I studied a Post Graduate course on Luxury Brand Management. Strange to study something Post grad when I hadn’t even graduated yet at that time! The reason why this city holds so much meaning to me is because it’s where I grew up. I mean… it’s where I really grew up- as an adult. 8 years ago, I was thrown into the real world continents away from home and straight into the city of love. I was 18, put in a bubble my whole life- and then suddenly- BOOM- left in Paris to fend for myself. The life lessons I learned are priceless, and the city I learned them in? My favorite.
Fast forward to 2016- I finally got the chance to fly back. My agenda for Day 1? Visit the Palais Royal! Back then, I lived 2 minutes away from here and walked around this place every single day. I couldn’t really afford anything on my student budget back then, so it was nice to get to sit down with this view and buy myself a cup of coffee. It took me 8 years, but hey, I’m here! We ended up not really liking the coffee or the snooty barista (as witnessed here), but the experience and mems are priceless. Enjoy!x
Photos by Jack of TheSundayProject