This moment, this glorious and perfect moment. The city was fairly quiet, not quite awake yet. Very few people were out and about; the photographers, the runners. Just enough to know the city had life, but not ready for the busyness of the day. There were a few car engines, but no honking. The tourists were not awake. It was simple and peaceful.
This moment when the sun was barely peeking over the rooftops, this moment when the light was not yet harsh but rather soft and warm, this moment of a golden hour morning. This moment is just another moment where Paris stole a little bit more of my heart. It will forever be engrained in my mind how even on a cool morning I felt warm. How in a boisterous and busy city I felt the calm. How in a city with a language gap I still felt like I belonged.
It was a small piece of heaven to sit and watch the city wake up. Slowly, more cars joined the road, slowly the streets became more crowded. Just another tourist on the streets. Yet, it felt like I had seen a secret part of Paris. A part that not everyone gets to see. Where she is shining and calm and just so close to perfection.
Boots: Saint James Bay from JC Penney
Necklace: J Crew
To see more from this day in Paris check out this blog post.