Tag Archive: Paris

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Okay fine. I give up. I love Paris too.

There’s something terribly cliche about loving Paris. It’s like loving chocolate, puppies, and The Princess Bride. Of course you love those things. So does everyone else. Not interesting. After reading the 10,000th love… Continue reading →

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Not quite fitting in, in Paris

Paris came out to greet the sun with soft flapping of silky fabric, straps of sandals wound round subtle calves, and spaghetti straps barely loitering over aphrodite shoulders. Linen garments drift where swells… Continue reading →