Paris was not Parising

Montmartre, with a dash of romance and a pinch of Parisian reality. 🥖🍷

This piece is my tribute to the charm of Paris - especially Montmartre, where the rooftops lean like they’re whispering secrets and every corner feels like a movie set.

But not all Paris moments are cinematic.

Once, Wille and I decided to have a romantic picnic by the Eiffel Tower. You know, baguette, wine, sunshine…
Except it was 35°C, dustier than a desert, and the “breeze” felt more like a sandstorm. Our wine? Lukewarm. Our neighbors? A loud group of vodka-scented tourists yelling over each other like they were at a family reunion in a wind tunnel.

We laughed. We sweated. We relocated.

This mixed media piece (markers and acrylics) is for the Paris that looks perfect, and the version that’s slightly sweaty and off-script, but still a memory worth keeping.