Last night I took myself on a date to Musée d'Orsay and I got a bit emotional. The last time I went there was right before the second 2020 french lockdown, a trip completely organised by my ex. It felt strange to be back there, now as somebody living in Paris. I thought I’d feel nostalgic, but instead I felt excited for all the other museums I’ll visit with all the other friends I’ll meet. Life goes on, and that’s a very pretty thing 🤍
















