late night thoughts... paris.
Monday, April 2, 2012
It's exactly 11:07 p.m. on a Monday night... my thoughts exactly: Why am I not fast asleep yet?
Answer: I'm thinking of Paris.
My mind wanders back to this summer of croissants, fresh macarones and exquisite people speaking beautiful words to me in a language that exudes romance, worldliness and refinement. Red balloons, shopping, endless glasses of champagne... and the list continues.
Oh, what I would give to go back. right. now.
Now, the time reads 11:11 p.m.
Maybe if I wish hard enough on that bright star in the distance, I could return soon -- or at least in my dreams tonight, I'll be walking down Le Champs with a Jean Paul Gaultier silk scarf wrapped around my neck, an Hermes bag in one hand and a fresh pistachio macaron from Laduree in the other.
One can dream, right?
sweet dreams, ma cherie.