Paris has forever been my love, my inspiration, my comfort zone. I visit often and I find myself oddly at ease with being alone when I am there. I am more familiar with the 4th arrondissement than I am my own neighborhood in Chicago. I would sit outside of Notre Dame and marvel at the beauty of its French Gothic architecture and feel perfectly content with just being. 3 weeks out from my next trip to Paris and I’m so saddened to watch this beauty burn and the city I love more than anything hurt for the love of history. Today hurts.