July 9, 2014
This Paris state of mind is a wonderful hologram of beauty and cheap wine, dusty bookstores and literary classics, sunsets and the stench of pee on the sidewalks. The way of life here settles into its own unique pace: steps get slower, the sun feels closer, streets feel more fantastical and wine gets me drunker.
For me as a visitor, Paris seems a paradise of romance and a hub of movements past. Even though the street corners smell of pee
(by the way it is absolutely impossible to find a bathroom in this city it is ridiculous!)
and the awful souvenir shops and tourist restaurants pollute the vicinity of landmarks, once you find a silent street or a bistro filled with locals it feels as if everything you imagined is a reality.
We did our fair share of exploring the Latin quarter and with its art streets, bookshops and quiet rues, it quickly became one of my favourite spots of all.
Reading Henry Miller in the Luxembourg Gardens
unintentional outfit twins
Old men reading became characters of a sort in my head. Lightly leafing through old opuses without a care in the world.
skirt by mango
shirt by mango
purse by kate spade
When I travel I try my best to feel the spirit of the city, to communicate with it. Due to the unreal beauty Paris has offered us it seems simply a delirious trip of la vie en rose. Illusion or not, I am up for believing it.
p.s. my IB results arrived (more on them later) and I am now definitely moving to England! (insert shriek here)