Paris is my happy place brain space these days, and the symbol of my taking charge and living life while I’m still young. Next year, Paris here I come! Sitting in cafés, expositing like Hemingway, maybe dancing on tables like Zelda Fitzgerald – these are the things I’m supposed to be doing in my twenties. I’m also going to take a French class so I can brush up a little and try not to embarrass myself too much by my American-ness and try to pass as an expat.
On that note, who else is giddy over the reopening of Breathless in theaters this week? I have my stripey skirt set aside just for the occasion.
In the more immediate future, I’m going to Disneyland this weekend! Not quite the cultural mecca, but definitely happy-making.
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