I found this quote on Flavorwire. The poet Nikky Finney giving her favorite quote from a love poem. This melted my heart. It is how all lovers should be.
Made with Paper
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The Blizzard. It shut a lot of things down. I was able to snap a few pics in Central Park though. I thoroughly enjoyed all the kids sledding. Although - true to my inner grandma - I kept on thinking, One of these kids is going to get seriously hurt. No one did, at least not while I was there. They were having fun like bosses. My little heart went out to the swan at the end there. Wasn’t it cold?!?!
Notre Dame translated in English is, Our Lady. So eerie yet quite beautiful at the same time, no?
It’s the meeting place of Quasimodo and Esmeralda. The home—supposedly—of Jesus’s crown of thorns, a Holy Nail, and a wooden fragment of the True Cross. It’s where Philippe Petit carried out his first illegal crossing at a historic landmark:
I have recently become obsessed with @postalpix. The app that let’s you order prints of images that you take with your phone. It’s rediculously easy to use. You order via the app. You wait a few days. The images are delivered to where you want.
It’s bad because if I I get bored or have to wait, like, for a train, or on line at the supermarket - I start ordering.
These are only a small fraction of prints I have ordered. Small.
From my Mother-daughter trip to Paris in November 2012. Yes - 2012. I am lame and have not put those pictures up. Lame. But here is one.
That is my mom walking on the right there. That is the first and only time she was in front of me during the whole trip. She lagged behind for most of it. I think she was over saturated with sites…it slowed her down.