It's weird. I never intended to go back to Paris, not so soon, not so many times, but this August, I will be back there for the third time in five years. Maybe if there is somewhere I would shift to it will be it, no? Or maybe having a friend there is the only reason. At this moment, after looking at the photos from five years ago, my first time there, I already felt like it's abit of going to a second home, is it. I missed those home cooked food by Paris Aunt and now that I am looking at last year's photos, I knew it was right to get away to Chamonix only for two days and have those four days in Paris, on my own, with Paris Aunt, before my family arrives.