I’m back in some of my favorites places, soaking up all the beauty and tranquility possible. Trying to block out the horrific actions of the United States is difficult for me. I want to shout from the rooftops of Paris (or wherever) “I’m sorry!” What I’ve learned in the last few years while my senses are bombarded with the ugliness and hatred on display in the U.S., I need to surround myself with more beauty, which is precisely what I’ve done. I’ve seen more beauty today just walking through Paris than most people will see, sadly, in their lifetime. I love the French aesthetic. Attention to and appreciation of the smallest detail makes every visual encounter a visual feast. My husband teases me because I’m constantly taking photos of chocolate shops. It’s not only that I’m a chocolate addict, it’s because the chocolates are works of art, as is the pastry. The facades of buildings are works of art! The gardens are works of art! The window displays are works of art. The eye toward detail reflected in each and every part of the nation’s aesthetics is, in my opinion, unrivaled and can it’s all on display in one city: Paris.