I slept late, waking up to the morning light streaming through an open window, sounds coming from the city streets below. It was hot when I walked out of the apartment building, already 26 degrees. It didn’t matter. I was in Paris, with the entire day ahead of me to explore my favourite city. I walked without destination or purpose. 18,470 steps later, I finished the day on a patio where I enjoyed a lovely dinner before retiring for the night.
It was a perfect day.