“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”

 In Paris

No rhyme or reason really to this photo set, besides the general theme of I’m so happy and every day that I wake up in Paris is the best day of my life.

“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”

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