My first time traveling overseas happened to coincide with my birthday. The trip as a whole consisted of a journey from Paris to Barcelona, with a stay in Southern France. I could write an entire novel about that trip, not the least of which being my first airplane ride.
But for today’s post I’ve decided to focus on one special day: turning eighteen in the city of love.
I am a photographer by nature, so I’ll let the photos do the talking. I’ll preface only by saying that I don’t know if I will ever experience this many famous and breathtaking landmarks in a single day ever again.
Happy Birthday, past me!
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