J’adore Paris, even more so lately. I have an overwhelming urge to do all things Parisian. To laze on the freshly cut green grass underneath the Eiffel tower, nibbling on crusty baguettes, a variety of stinky cheeses, fresh fruits and a great quality bottle of red wine.
Can you think of anything better? I wish I was basking in the French culture at this very moment, but alas, I’m here, bundled up in weighty layers — trying to keep New York’s frigid temperature from seeping into my marrow — C’est la vie.
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