Paris, je t'adore.

A painting of a snow covered street, from far away palpably cold, but up close the lines squiggly and gestural. A man sits upon a pedestal, imprisoned by his own thoughts. A meal that takes the most basic flavors and presents them in such a way that they seem utterly new, the way an artist shows you colors for the first time.

An impossibly full day that will live in my mind until I die.