My first trip to Paris in high school was less than glamourous - I slept on a cot, wore white runners and a fleece jacket chosen by my mom and travelled by tour bus. I knew there was more to the city than what I could see out the bus window. The facts and figures enumerated by our Breton tour guide barely scratched the surface of what I wanted to learn; the brightly painted, opulent doors that Paris is well-known for hid worlds and possibilities that ignited my imagination. I remember the sunny morning when our tour bus hurtled through place de la Vendome at top speed, barely leaving the tour guide enough time to point out the Ritz. We must have passed the Hotel Westminster as we drove down rue de la Paix, but I don't remember seeing it. What I remember is the doors, and how desperately I wanted to live a life that would let me see what was on the other side of them. Thirty of my classmates were on the tour bus with me, most of whom have gone on the live the kind of lives that were expected for us all of us - they are teachers and bankers, the vast majority of them still living in the city where we grew up, where they have houses and partners and children. I thought of them all, when I was in Paris in March, a guest at the breathtaking Hotel Wesminster (which I can't wait to tell you more about tomorrow.) I have taken the road less travelled through life, there is no doubt about it - I have moved from city to city, pursued projects that are often met with skepticism and largely, what I have to show for it is a lot of photographs and a lot of shoes. But I made it to the other side of one of those doors, to the magnificent Paris that I have always dreamed of, where the balconies are enclosed with wrought iron, the fire places are marble and the staircases are winding. It was everything that I imagined it could be, so beautiful that I might almost have cried if I had been able to stop smiling. These photos are, without a doubt, my favourites that we have ever taken - not because they are the best, but because they are the first ones that we took on the other side of the door, and they capture the moments when I realised that I had finally made it.
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