Feb 12, 2010
Dreaming in French
I know I talk about France A LOT A LOT A LOT. But honestly, really immersing myself in the thought of wandering through the streets of Paris and having a grande crème on a café patio hasn't happened in a while. I've been too busy (I know you're saying, "too busy to dream of France...you? WTF?") *sigh* Mais oui, too busy. But I was just perusing The Sartorialist and came across a photo of a (trés chic) man. Instantly, my eyes focused on the background. A fairly ordinary view of a street and scooter. No way to know it was Paris in particular. But it was Paris. It is Paris. And all of the sudden, a whoosh of Paris came flooding into my senses. I can see Paris, smell Paris, feel Paris. I got chills and butterflies -- I felt how every little girl feels about falling in love. I fell in love with Paris all over again -- and from an ordinary street view in the background of a fashion photograph. *sigh* I do fall easily, huh?