souvenirs

It's winter once more and as I walk past blue-gray skies and feel the bite of wind on my face, I can't help but think of where I was, what my life was like, this time last year. Memories surprise me everywhere.






My black coat and gloves were first worn in France and when I wear them I remember their necessity on days when I simply wanted to blend in, to be as French as possible.





I suppose it's only natural that with an uncertain future looming ahead I retreat to a past that was so perfect. That's why I've decided to revive this old thing to do a series of photo posts revisiting the places I was exploring a year ago. I intend to let the photos speak for themselves for the most part, but we'll see. Perhaps that will change once I arrive at the places I never wrote about the first time around.





A bientôt!