Black and white Fridays

I have loved Paris for as long as I can remember. I’m not entirely sure why, but that city always seems to present itself in the best light, kind of like you’re in a dream. This photo shows the steps of Montmartre in 1932 and I remember walking them over 70 years later while I visited Paris in high school. I’d so love to go back.

(Image via Life Magazine’s collection called Brassaï in Paris: A Photographer’s Love Letter to the City of Light)