A trip to Paris dusts off the ornamental, brass key that unlocks the door at the end of the deep, secret hallway of my soul. Paris opens a place in my soul that other places I’ve traveled can’t reach. That openness of soul is addictive. An addiction I’ll happily feed for as long as I can. I don’t think I’ll ever be done with Paris. It’s an affair that I’ll keep tucked away in that special room in my soul. I keep a small reminder hanging around my neck - close to my heart - with my other love, N. Au revoir - until we see each other again 🤍 monicarichkossan paris locket LTKGiftGuide LTKHoliday