Yesterday's photo dump. GRWM, but make it the picture edition in Paris.

There is a beautiful gravity to the way the sun retreats, leaving us with the glow of low-hanging lanterns and the steam rising from twin bowls of ramen. The day’s frantic pace dissolves into the rich, savory depth of a broth shared across a wooden table—a late-night communion that tastes like comfort and feels like home. Beside us—Roselain’s Juhoon and Roesjad’s Martin, a bouquet of orchids and anthuriums rest in their paper cradle, their muted pinks looking like a sunset we caught. In the blur of the evening, we are just two silhouettes etched against the brick and the shadows and nightfall isn’t an ending here. 🍜 🌃