Here is mine:
I am in Paris, slowing walking down the streets, taking in the sight and sounds with a camera in my hand and perfect French at my disposal.
Here is my trigger:

I have this large picture of Paris in my bedroom and when I have an idle moment, I find myself on one of the bridges looking out over the Seine. And my journey begins.
But I would never trade that for spending the day with my boys. It is just something to daydream about.
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