Paris. The streets smell like bread. The city simultaneously gives me a creative itch and scratches it. It is May 2024. A brisk breeze wraps around the streets, which are lined by lovely, fashionable architecture; shops that beckon with colorful macarons and a limitless variety of cheeses; and a burst of movement, liveliness, chic fashion, and creativity. This was my "revenge" trip, a return to Paris seven years after my original trip there. In 2017, I'd come to run a 10k and

On Monday morning at Hostage Square, the air was thick with relief, hope, and quiet celebration. With each announcement of a safe return, hearts lifted and tears were shared among strangers united by fear, grief, and finally, the joy of homecomings. Through my lens, I captured these fleeting, tender moments, these snapshots of a nation slowly breathing again.