JE NE SAIS QUOI

After a glorious seven days in la Ville Lumière, I've come to a very concrete conclusion about Paris - this city was built out of magic and pixie dust. I can't quite put my finger on what exactly it was that enamoured me quicker than you could double tap an Instagram post. Was it the romantic and historically-rich architecture?  Was it the twisting wrought-iron balconies that overlooked the ridiculously photogenic streets that trapped my heart as I walked around? Or the fact that Paris is one of those places where you can actually walk everywhere you want to go? Or maybe it was because of the friendly people around me (I really don't know why the French get a bad rep for being rude)? The minute I settled into my charming Airbnb, I felt like I was home, and not like I was there for work or as a tourist. It could have been that? Whatever it may have been, it was the perfect mix of circumstances and a dash of that je ne sais quoi that makes Paris so Paris. I've left a trail of my heart through this city and you can track it through Instagram with #fixatedFRANCE. During the times that I wasn't floating through cobblestone streets, snapping every building, window and door that could be photographed, stuffing my face with every pastry and dessert in sight and stopping to smell the roses, I was covering Paris Fashion Week for the Fashionide. What a perfect marriage between pleasure and profession. In all honesty though, even the work side of this trip felt a lot like play to me. I guess that's what they...
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