I’m on a solo trip to Paris this week. Evan and I usually travel together, but I’m here working on a new project for Chronicle Books (more on that later).
I’m staying in my friend Erica’s studio apartment in Montmartre. It’s the most charming place, and each day as I come and go, I’m greeted by this sweet fella who resides inside the gate. If you follow me on instagram, it’s no secret I’m a crazy cat lady, and this tuxedo cutie won me over the first time I stepped past him. He didn’t flinch or bolt into his house, he just stayed put and watched me as I walked by. I don’t speak cat, but it’s poorly translated as “I own this place.”