The French chattering behind the counter makes me giddy with wanderlust. I take a bite, listen to the French, tap my heels together three times...there's no place like Paris, no place like Paris. Douceur de France, again and again again.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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I don't understand why you continue to torture me with these gorgeous photos... what have I done to you? How can I get there so I can sample this stuff?
Yum... your photography is really fantastic.
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