When I was younger I loved Paris so much that my dream was to study french and go to study there. Then reality arrived and I studied in Turin (a smaller Paris, if you want), but this is another story for another time. [caption id="attachment_2158" align="aligncenter" width="474"] Near Canal Saitn-Martin[/caption] I went to Paris a bunch of times, with parents, with friends and with my boyfriend, every time it was different and I discovered so many different things. But one thing will always remind me of that city: long walks. Don't get me wrong, I make long walks in every single city I visit, but I don't know why if I think about Paris I think of walks straight away. [caption id="attachment_2159" align="aligncenter" width="474"] Fontaine des automates[/caption] Maybe it's the streets, or the atmosphere you can smell going around, I don't know for sure. [caption id="attachment_2160" align="aligncenter" width="474"] Canal Saitn-Martin[/caption] After years of love for this city, I went to London and my heart couldn't resist to fell in love another time. So me and Paris broke up for some time, but here I am again: thinking about another trip, thinking about all those things I can't do in other cities. It happens to me every year. Same thing happened last year, but as much as I would go back to Paris, I can't find the perfect reason to go back. Finally this year I going again to London in july and at the end of may I will be in Barcelona; maybe the break up that happened between me and Paris is bigger and worst then I thought. [caption id="attachment_2161" align="aligncenter" width="474"] Oscar Wilde[/caption] Ps: all the pictures are from my last trip to Paris in 2009. They are all made with two Diana Lomo, another old love of mine.