I have a friend who just wrapped up a trip to Paris and remarked that the city is her “spirit animal”. There is something about the City of Light that causes people, mainly creative and introspective types but not exclusively, to just melt in the presence of so much beauty. Paris has not cornered the market on beauty obviously, but there is something grand about the beauty of Paris. Walking through the streets, looking into shop windows, the clothes of Parisian women, the chairs out front of the cafe, even the graffiti has style unlike anywhere else. As Fall sets in here in my part of the country I have been spending more time than I should wishing I were meandering through the Marais or nibbling on gooey cheeses washed down with Champagne. As Hemingway famously said, “Paris is a moveable feast”.