photos by me
It’s not often I fall in love with a city that I have been to a million times but this time Paris was different. For starters, I did not use the metro at all, which, looking back, thank God I did not have to. Who wants to see a grown man pissing along the wall and a French rat giving you that ‘ qu’est ce que tu regardes connard ‘ look ? Non, merci. So yeah, this is the part whereby I give you a visual diary and a half-ass outfit post because who wants to see pictures of me when Paris and French wine are in the background, am I right ? Thought so.
