Writing time in Luxembourg Garden

Seine crossing

Sidewalk cafes

Paris is a place in which we can forget ourselves, reinvent, expunge the dead weight of our past.—Michael Simkins

Following a 7-hour jaunt across the Atlantic, the plane touched down Friday morning and I noticed my body soften. I was once again in Paris—a sensory-filled seduction.

With the Penning in Paris retreat to start in a few days, I was determined to get acclimated to my new time zone, but couldn’t keep my eyes open past 7pm. I’m kind of in this time zone four days later, but just woke up from an intense nap {you know the kind where you forget who you are and what day it is?}, so possibly not. Still adjusting.

Despite the jet lag, the experience so far is no less magical. From farmers’ market fruit and flowers, to an amazing group of ladies on this writing retreat, to bookstore jaunts, to spending an afternoon with dear friends, to making new ones, to high teas, to a belly full of chocolate mousse and rosé , I am grateful.

Eiffel Tower picnic + writing time

This shot made me smile

Before I head out for this evening’s excursion to write in the Tuileries, I wanted to thank you, dear readers, for being such an engaged bunch for over the past decade plus.

Today’s writing talk reiterated how precious you are. You’ve given me a voice beyond the four walls of my beloved DC yoga studio. I’ve known you to mourn during painful losses, celebrate next steps, and appreciate simple pleasures with me along the way.

And for that, I am eternally grateful. An online community is a special thing and you allow me to show up {sparkles and flaws and all} just as I am. What a gift. May you know that it’s a great honor to have your attention in this very busy world. Bisous. x

Ariana of Paris to Go shared her blogging story on Seine steps

Tea time at Angelina’s

Tim + moi enthralled with the pink fleurs

Yoga time in Luxembourg Garden

Farmers’ market brunch