Elisabeth's handsome asparagus vendor
These photos that someone linked to recently. (Can't seem to retrace my steps to find out who it was.)
Little tuggy things pull at my heart. Why not dangle a freshly baked croissant under my nose, then stamp it into the (wet, cold) ground. Hunh? IMEANWHYNOTJUSTDOTHAT?
Oh, but it's the old grass is greener syndrome to some extent. I kept seeing Sessùn mentioned on blogs all over the place. "Why can't I be in Paris so I can go and look at all their lovely stuff?" I whined.
5 comments:
my blog is so boring at the moment all i keep writing about is how paris is so amazing.im leaving london in a few months, can't wait!
Yes, this is the key -- how do I get inside one of the BW shots, looking faded, timeless, elegant? BB
ok i shall whine with you. and it is not even then grass is greener symdrome...the grass is literally greener in paris. (it is all about colour i say...)
nancy
I leave for Paris in one month and two days. And you post just makes me more excited.
mademoiselle K: I know it's sad. i have to restrain myself from doing "I miss Paris London is boring" posts all the time. You're moving to Paris permanently? So lucky, I don't know when I'll go back next...
BB: I have some B&W film - you could pose for me!
nancy: yes the grass is greener, with better accessories and prettier flowerbeds...
stacy: give the fair city my love!
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