There is something special about the first days of Spring, though it’s not yet warm enough to put away my winter coat. I wake up each morning to the sound of birds chirping out my window. It’s one of those small joys of living next to Central Park. It’s hard to imagine leaving, though I know wanderlust always gets the best of me.
A young girl from a quiet coastal town has been tugging at my sleeve with her dreamy travel snapshots: Beebee of walkotws. Her blog is always filled with precocious notes about daily life and colorful craft projects. She recently took a trip to Paris, and I fell in love with her photos of luscious pastries and snowy alleyways.
Paris was one of the first places I ever traveled as a little child, when my days were spent roaming around my mom’s artist loft in Seoul. I remember carrying a big blank sketchbook to the Eiffel Tower, though I was more interested in people-watching than the tower itself. After the brief Paris trip, I began thinking of myself as an adventurer. On my list of hobbies, I never forgot to jot down ‘traveling’ next to reading and drawing. It’s so strange to think about how much traveling has changed–with smart phones and wifi hotspots, Paris hotels are easy to find online, and it’s difficult to really get lost in a new neighborhood. It wasn’t so long ago I used to plan trips with tattered travel guide books, searching out internet cafes to check my email, and drawing tiny maps in my notebook.
Pack your travel notebooks, escape with me to Beebee’s journeys to Parisian cafes, patisseries, and sunny shops!
*All photos by Beebee of walktows.
