Wherever I find myself in the world I usually have one leading thought. “I want to live here”. I’m so easily infatuated by places and cultures, like that girl in middle school who doodled every boys name in her notebook – except I’m doodling cities.
Honestly though, Paris is like a drug. Everyone has style (and not like “cool outfit” style, like “holy shit that girl is chic” style). Every corner is a post card, every boy is attractive and everyone chain smokes while drinking glasses of red – managing to maintain the complexion of a twelve year old model. How???? I have three glasses of wine with dinner and I’m like the crypt keeper crawling out of my bed the next morning.
I spent four days in the city this time. We stayed in Le Marais, one of the oldest parts of Paris and home to the cutest cafes, cutest boutique shopping and cutest boys. (Honestly I’ve never swiped right so many times in my life). There were quite a few plant based options for food which I was pleasantly surprised by. Hank Pizza & Wild And The Moon are both on Rue des Gravilliers and both worth checking out… though I still inhaled baguette with brie every day I was there, because why the hell not when you’re in Paris?
I actually find this paradox hilarious. On one hand I’m planning my French transformation where I’ll be impossibly skinny and chic, with no makeup and naturally beautiful hair. On the other, there I am in the corner inhaling baguette and cheese with my girlfriends, debating that 3rd bottle of wine. Can’t win ’em all.
Anyways, maybe I’ll move to Paris…
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