I’m falling hard.
I have never particullarly wanted to go to Paris. I definately wouldn’t have gone out of my way. I was a stand firm Italy girl; I obsessed over Italy, thought about it, travled all over it.
But I have a new love and it way overshadows any love I had for any Italian city.
As I was walking down the Champs Elysee this afternoon and looking at the Arc de Truiph I found my self lost in a world of peaceful, beautiful people and places. Paris is filled with beautiful buildings and quaint bakeries full of fresh bread and sweet pasteries. This town charms you to your sould, everything is as it should be, even the Parisians are like decorations to their stunning city.
To put it in terms that make sense for both cities its like dieting like crazy to sqeeze into this seasons lastest Escada dress only to realize later that the Channel with pearls was always better anyways.
I don’t know how I missed it, but now that I’ve found this city I’m going to live it up.