I walked away from every other city we visited knowing exactly how I felt about what we saw, whether I would come again, or if I even like being there. It was a sense that you could mold and shape the city to fit what you liked, hoped for, or desired. Paris was not so. It's as if it unapologetically stays constant without bending to fill peoples expectations or misconceptions.
Kind but not overly friendly. History galore, but it did not feel crowded with tourist. Churches that are packed with human beings with cameras no longer speak the same truth into those lives. I've never been anywhere like Paris. It still seems to be an enigma. Utterly breathtaking and fascinating yet heartbreaking.
Paris is incredible. Not perfect with sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns, but incredible in the fact that it's alive. Completely imperfect but absolutely beautiful.