Paris in July

To be in Paris and not be Parisian is both frustrating and intoxicating. I stared openly at the women who seem to be born with impeccable style and grace. They wear everything with such confidence. It's not only what they wear. It's how they hold themselves, the way they do everything from crossing the street, to grocery shopping and ordering food. There is beauty in the mundane. I hope that is something I can take with me. I can see why Hemingway and Fitgerald were expats in a city that inspires beauty in every single moment.