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je souhaite que j'aie été à Paris maintenent...

Maybe it's because I'm reading a biography of Marie Antoinette right now, but suddenly I miss last summer. I miss fairytale Paris!

I love reading The Cherry Blossom Girl when I am feeling this way.  Also, it reminds me that I can read French, which I have to admit makes me feel pretty darn cool.  (Just don't ask to hear me speak it.  That is a whole different story...)  Regardless, posts like this one make me seriously question my strict NO COLD attitude.  How completely lovely, right?

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