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Isn't it weird to think that we all look at the same sky?
A couple weeks ago, I finally took the trip to France that has been canceled three times since 2020 (reason is obvious). Although it was a family trip, not a solo-trip, and I did not frolic in lavender fields by myself with a basket full of wine and cheese, I did drink plenty of wine and eat plenty of cheese. Other than the wine and cheese (and food generally/best meals of my life), the historical buildings and daily culture struck me most. It almost seemed as if running through the cities and towns was the energy of generations past. I feel that to some extent in DC, given how much older the city is than LA — but you can feel the difference between a building from the 1400s and one from the 1800s. Other than the history, the energy and aliveness — especially in Paris — really struck me. People gathered on the streets, on the bank of the Seine, at cafes in plazas, at all hours. I know my perspective is clouded by being a tourist in a magical place, but it seemed as if there was more presence and appreciation for life’s experiences. And this all exists on the same planet, albeit thousands of miles from home, but underneath the same sky that I look at while writing this post and editing these photos.