I had the absolute pleasure of spending the past few days in Paris. Oh, the warm breeze by the Seine, the sweet chant of French treating my ears and all those pretty views. I could write a novel about all the amazing feelings the city gave me and my adventures, but I'll only concentrate on what is relevant concerning this blog. And that is my little travel reading diary.

On my first day I walked through the blossoming Jardin du Luxembourg and witnessed locals enjoying the sun with a book in hand. This made me envious and I just had to experience this luxury of stopping in the middle of the city's hustle to praise the unexpectedly beautiful weather and get lost in a book. Luckily, I was already on my way to the well known bookstore Shakespeare & Co. Why not treat myself to a new book? With this thought in my mind I traversed towards Notre Dame and the Seine to where the book shop was located -almost in the center of France that is.

I fell in love with this cozy, mystical shop already on my first visit to Paris. I now returned to find myself adoring the walls stacked with books from floor to ceiling, the ladders, the cat, typewriter and allover vibe even more than four years ago. I took my time picking out a book considering what would feel most calling to my soul at that moment. I ended up picking up a collection of stories, Swimmer Among the Stars by Kanishk Tharoor. It was a choice well made as reading one story at each location I would stop at turned out to be just the right dosage per read.

So far the book has been cracked open in Montmartre in a park just below Sacre Coeur, in Jardin du Mars, under the steel legs of the Eiffel Tour, on a bench on Champs Elysées and I remember not where else. These moments, sitting down, breathing in the Parisian air and reading a couple of pages were one of my favourite moments on the whole trip.

Bisous,

Anna