French Girl

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning in Paris, the kind where the Eiffel Tower peeks through a haze of golden leaves, and women in silk scarves glide past cafés with skin that looks like they’ve bottled moonlight. I’ve chased that glow across cobblestone streets—first as a wide-eyed traveler in my twenties, … Read more

Hey there, picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning in Paris, the kind where the leaves crunch underfoot and the Seine sparkles like it’s in on some secret joke. A woman strides by in a simple trench coat draped over her shoulders, effortless jeans hugging her legs just right, and a silk scarf knotted loosely … Read more

Hey there, picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning in Paris, and I’m wandering the Marais, dodging tourists with their berets perched like crowns on heads that scream “I’m channeling Audrey Hepburn today.” I chuckle because, after living here for seven years—first as a wide-eyed exchange student from the Midwest, then as a freelance writer … Read more