Postcards from Paris: { p a l a i s r o y a l }

Edouard Boubat, 1950s

We just arrived back to Paris after a rewarding vacation in Georgia and New York. It was so wonderful having the constant company of loved ones each and every day. I didn’t have time to miss Paris for a moment, but once I had the chance to choose a destination to take my first stroll I could think nothing else other than Le Palais Royal. I have a never-failing routine where I grab a sucre roux zen zoo/bubble tea and take a sit under the sun in the royal square. It feels so Parisian with an exception to the outside influence of bubble tea.
The moments like this where there is a simple comfort of being in Paris and not trying too hard to be authentic makes me feel more like a native after all.

Bisous,
Reba