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Here&#8217;s to magical evenings.

Here’s to magical evenings.

The greatest thing to do when visiting Paris is really nothing in particular. Give yourself time to wander down allies and sit in parks. Stumble on overlooks and tucked away gardens. Fine a corner cafe, order a glass of wine, and people watch. 

You will not regret it.

Nooks and crannies of Chateau Chenonceau. 

Today I&#8217;d like to say happy birthday to my dad, the man who was insistent that I watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail hundreds of times as a child despite being too young to understand or appreciate such slapstick. I am pretty sure he was using brainwashing techniques, to ensure that I grew up with a decent sense of humor like that of a dry witted, silly, old British man. Are there any other kinds?
So, happy birthday dad and thank you for always encouraging my weirdness. I love you and miss you always. Now bring me a SHRUBBERY!

Today I’d like to say happy birthday to my dad, the man who was insistent that I watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail hundreds of times as a child despite being too young to understand or appreciate such slapstick. I am pretty sure he was using brainwashing techniques, to ensure that I grew up with a decent sense of humor like that of a dry witted, silly, old British man. Are there any other kinds?

So, happy birthday dad and thank you for always encouraging my weirdness. I love you and miss you always. Now bring me a SHRUBBERY!

More wanderings at Château de Chenonceau; the fully sustainable farm and kitchen gardens. 

I never took an interest in gardening until seeing this place.

The grounds of Château de Chenonceau is hands down one of the most magical places I have ever explored. 

The sketchier the hike, the better the view.

The sketchier the hike, the better the view.

I just thought I&#8217;d say hello there. So, hi.

I just thought I’d say hello there. So, hi.

Oh hell yes.

More photos from the beautiful coast of France. 

We decided to hit the coast.Just for the thrill of it.

We decided to hit the coast.
Just for the thrill of it.

It’s been several years since I’ve visited Musee Rodin and I was relieved to see that its’ specialness remains intact. It is a place of paradox and great beauty, a serene temple tucked away on Paris’s left bank and filled with lovers and sinners fixed in hewn marble. The grandeur has long toiled away and yet somehow times effect only makes this place more magical. 

This is what I look like when my mind is blown.

This is what I look like when my mind is blown.

My favorite thing about Paris has to be the Seine. The locals bring wine and snacks, sit along the banks and hangout as the day winds down. I loved getting up in the mornings and walking the riverside hand in hand all romantic and stuff. On our last day we ended up taking a boat tour all bundled up. We snacked on beignets and watched as the sunset against all of Paris. It was, for lack of better words, fucking amazeballz.