Two weeks ago I had the chance to spend a weekend in the beautiful city of Paris. Last time I spent more than a day there was when I was in 6th grade, but I remember that I fell deeply in love with being there. It was a magical new world and I couldn’t get enough of it. Now the magic broke a littlebit, because I cannot bear all those tourists and crowd and those Asian weddings at the Sacre Coeur. It’s still a wonderful place and I had a great time with croissant breakfasts, long strolls, visiting Centre Pompidou (including seeing a real Mark Rothko painting and crying of happiness), the Montmartre and buying graphic markers at a lovely art supply shop.