For the past decade or so, I’ve made a photo album for every vacation I’ve taken. Some have been humble photo essays. Others have been ornate scrapbooks that contain everything from ticket stubs to soil samples. (Yes, really. Soil samples!)

But today I finally joined the digital age. And, instead of printing six copies of my album and dutifully mailing them to my relatives, I published my photo album online.

It’s humble. And it’s a work in progress. But it’s kind of nice to think that my memories of my wonderful September in Paris could maybe linger out there long after I’m gone.