i think i’ve probably mentioned once or twice that i am a little obsessed with all things french, the style, paris, pain au chocolats, yadda, yadda, yadda! last night i started my first french class and i had a blast. i was the youngest person there and even though i did german at school, i actually knew a bit more than those that had previous french experience. ask me again how i’m liking it once we get onto grammar, but if i can eventually get good enough to hold my own in a conversation with a french person and read le petit prince in it’s native language, i’ll be a happy bunny. i love this picture. i have never been to paris but i often dream of waking to a chocolate croissant breakfast at a patisserie, walking around the street of paris taking in the moulin rouge, the flagship chanel store and of course the eiffel tower. a girl can dream, right? i wan’t to be the girl in that photo. meantime, i’m reading ‘a moveable feast’ by hemingway and living paris in the 1920s through his eyes.
(image source – weheartit)