Last week I spent four wonderful days in Paris with some friends. We ate bread for nearly every meal, spent an afternoon at the Musée D’Orsay, and trudged up all 300 steps to the top of the Sacré Coeur.
Now I’m back in Sweden, looking through pictures and dreaming of my future life in Paris. I will have a cat with the most French name I can think of, something like Jean-Pierre-Étienne or perhaps just Croissant. I will live in a bright white building with overflowing window boxes on the Île St Louis. And, of course, I will order fresh baguettes in flawless French.
Until that day, here are some pictures of Paris to get you started on your daydreaming, too.
rain & grace 