There’ll Always Be Paris
Thursday, April 29th, 2010Restlessness led me to book an impromptu weekend in the city of light. I’m armed with my journal and books for endless amounts of brasserie idling. I maintain a continued faith that remnants of years of french might salvage my dignity at the sunday morning food markets and I continue to entertain my flea market fantasy of rummaging through bins of vintage hermes scarves.
Beyond the gourmand and the Goyard, there’s a sepia-toned simplicity, femininity and elegance to Paris that I can’t wait to be enveloped by.
(image via thefrenchmouse)



