I think I need to go back to Paris.
I have been dreaming of that magical minx. She with her creamy cheese and cobbled streets and vintage gramophone soundtracks.
She has been on my mind. And on my TV. And when I received a (spam) email from a friend currently living in Paris when I was halfway through this post I took it as a sign.
She needs me.
(Parisians, 1963, shot by Alfred Eisenstaedt)
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