After my third failed attempt to visit the catacombs, Michael and I headed to my old neighborhood. We 'took' a sandwich, walked the streets in the rain, and soaked in the beauty of Montmartre.
In 2009, while I was working in France, Michael came to visit me for my birthday. I had some castings the morning he arrived so we decided to meet at the metro stop abbesses, pictured above. I remember coming up the stairs and spotting Michael sitting on a bench waiting for me. I had gone from bleach blond hair to dark brown and he didn't even recognize me.
It was sweet revisiting that exact spot.
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