M and I have been apartment shopping.
No, it's not what you think. We're "shopping" for an apartment in Paris for our holiday in October. Yes, you heard me right - our Paris holiday is in October. Not for another 8 months, people, but here I am trawling the silicon world in search for our abode for the 10 nights we'll be there.
I can't wait to spend a few days in Louvre. Have coffee at the sidewalk cafes. Nibbling on croissants. Go to a Dali gallery. The list is endless!
I can't wait to spend a few days in Louvre. Have coffee at the sidewalk cafes. Nibbling on croissants. Go to a Dali gallery. The list is endless!
Right now though, as I am thinking of Paris, my mind keeps fleeting back to St Kilda, Melbourne. The streets lined with restaurants, bakeries, ice cream parlours which businesses are passed generations to generations in the same family. Imagine eating a sourdough prepared from the 1940s. ~ Inspira.
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