Yesterday, I heard myself utter the three dreaded words: "I miss Paris." For a few weeks after we come back from France, there is a sort of rosy glow around life, it seems, probably a high caused by copious amounts of croissants, champagne and total relaxation. I just came back from Calgary; in July, I'm off to Chicago and then in September, to New York. But somehow, it's just not enough; somehow, nothing that isn't Paris ever seems to be and I find myself daydreaming about cobblestones; about buildings the colour of fresh cream and flower markets that sell roses in every imaginable shade of pink. There is some wisdom in the concept of being Parisian wherever you are, but the simple fact of the matter is that there is nowhere else like Paris - and that's what makes it so special. Part of me will never be able to give up wishing that I had been lucky enough to be born a parisienne... but I admit that sometimes I wonder if I would appreciate the magic of the city as much if living there was just normal and not a dream I'm constantly chasing.
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