Paris is a Feeling by IS Photography

I believe I was 13 or 14 when I traveled to France. It wasn’t the best experience. Maybe because I had my mind set on the fact that Paris was hyped up. Maybe because I wanted to be a rebel and not want to go to Paris like every single girl my age, at the time. Maybe it was because I went with my parents and 30 other people on a bus (which had a tendency to spell of poo when certain people could not follow instructions to not poo in the bus bathroom) across Europe. Yup, it was definitely the crowded bus of over-zealous Polacks that killed the magical mood of Paris and chateaus for me.