I don’t think there’s been a day since I left Paris where something hasn’t called me back to the city.

Usually, it’s Instagram photos that in a single second, put me at an empty intersection as night falls, in a busy park on a Saturday afternoon, exiting the bakery at the end of my street with a warm, cruchy bageuette in hand, falling into the chaos of  Rue de Rivoli, looking up just in time for the neighborhood butcher to nod as I pass by, hearing the traffic and late night rebel rousers from my sixth floor window or watching light dance across the Seine’s surface. And if an Instagram photo can conjure all of that, well, this wall-size street shot must practically push you across the ocean and into the city’s streets. 

In fact, it reminds me a lot of a view I often had in AUP’s neighborhood, of Rue St. Dominique from Rue Ameile. I dare say, it may be the best wall ever.