I miss Paris. I moved away over a year and a half ago, but the wounds I got from leaving still feel fresh. And although I can’t be there now, I can live as though I am.
Last night I cooked one of my favorite French meals, coq au vin, followed it up with homemade lavender ice cream, drank French wine, listened to French music, and watched a French show. It felt as though I could’ve walked out of my door and right onto Rue du Vertbois. Here are a few pics. Santé!