It’s hard to find the right words to describe our time in Paris. Almost a week later, and I’m still dreaming about it, wishing there was some way to pull it closer, to close the gap of ocean between Europe and New York City. But for now, I can only sort through the hundreds of photos and think back to how ridiculously happy we were while there. Here is a small glimpse from a flower shop we stumbled upon while on our way to Notre Dame. These are Leonardo da Vinci roses, and I think they might just be the most beautiful pink flowers I’ve ever seen.