Paris is my geographical soulmate. Everyone smokes and drinks too much and their main priority is that everything look good and taste even better.
Also it turns pretty colors at sunrise and sunset. It's inspired more artists in its history than Pattie Boyd and as I sat in a cafe with a cappuchino, a croissant and a Moleskine notebook I couldn't help thinking, "Good Christ, do I feel Parisian. Someone come hit me over the head with a baguette before I start spouting prose."
|They don't know it, but they feel pretty Parisian too.|
|The Boy Contemplates Rue's Distant Cousin|
Good God, I love this city.
|The Crypt at the Pantheon|
Clothing Purchased: None. I had wine to drink and cheese to eat, man. Priorities, people.