beautiful places

This morning I woke up wishing I wasn't in Provo, but in some other lovely place.

Somewhere with gorgeous architecture,
delicious food
and museums full of art.

Perhaps my fit of reminiscing was brought on because I'm reading Julia Child's book My Life in France.

(which makes me want to fly to Paris this instant and eat something sauteed in butter).

Or perhaps I'm reminiscing because this time last year I was traveling abroad visiting such beautiful places.

Whatever the reason I thought I might share some of my favorite aesthetic memories with you:

I think it's quite nice to take a stroll down memory lane every so often, don't you?