The first time I was in France, we stopped for 11 hours--I was with a Czech friend on the way back from a big gathering and no one besides me spoke English besides her and one other girl.

6.5 of those hours we stopped were in Paris, and in the middle we also scooted off to Versailles for a quick look (madness).

Time felt like it expanded. It was a full day, and I fell in love with France. Somehow, just being there was enough for a first look.

(But I was glad to go back a few years later.)

One of the shots from that little stint in 2011.

xx,
Kay
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