Paris was arguably my favorite city that Natasha and I went to. I was surprised to find it much like New York in its artistic and rugged culture. Bicyclists and cigarette butts may outnumber even the pigeons. Paris holds a key to the wonders of some of the most iconic artists in history — from genius works at the Louvre to the stories kept alive for centuries on the cobblestone streets on which some artists were bred. I had never been so awestruck by a work of art that I was brought to tears until I saw the Winged Victory at Samothrace at the Louvre. It was the most stunning sculpture I’d ever seen — I felt so overpowered, and even submissive, simply by the majestic strength that the figure exuded.
