Just as you are suspecting... my week in Paris was full of wine, cheese, walking, museums, strange smells, beautiful people, unbelievably beautiful architecture, rude waiters, parks, weird tourists, crazy pigeons, sketching and a bit of shopping. If I didn't have family to come back to - I probably wouldn't come back. I'd just live with the pigeons (on the grounds of Pompidou Centre)... and listen to funny touristy conversations, steal their baguette sandwiches and make friends with elegant Parisian women. I already miss the daily wine and the amazing coffee everywhere.
In case you didn't believe me... here are some pictures I took of the flowers in Paris (except the one of me... taken by my friend Abby). I've been stuck inside for a couple of days now trying to avoid the heat wave... worrying a bit about my little garden wilting under the scorching sun.
Just as you are suspecting... my week in Paris was full of wine, cheese, walking, museums, strange smells, beautiful people, unbelievably beautiful architecture, rude waiters, parks, weird tourists, crazy pigeons, sketching and a bit of shopping. If I didn't have family to come back to - I probably wouldn't come back. I'd just live with the pigeons (on the grounds of Pompidou Centre)... and listen to funny touristy conversations, steal their baguette sandwiches and make friends with elegant Parisian women. I already miss the daily wine and the amazing coffee everywhere.
