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How must it feel to live in Paris? How must it feel to wake up on Sunday mornings, yawning and stretching, opening the curtains and the balcony, and gazing at the Eiffel Tower while munching on a fresh, crispy croissant and sipping a café au lait?
How must it feel to have a day off, putting on a classy pair of heels and browsing in stores like Chanel, Louis Vuitton or Dior with a magical place always around us?
How must it feel coming home from work, putting off said heels and lolling on a cozy couch, always with the assurance that the Eiffel Tower, that Paris is always behind us?
I only know that I'd be by the window at all times with fear of it disappearing.
Bisou, bisou *
Let's live there.
ReplyDeletei would live in that paris.
ReplyDeletei think the thing is that people in paris really dont feel that. they just feel the daily grind as we do. i think thats the draw- getting out and going somewhere else.