I love Paris in the springtime.Well, to be honest, I love the thought of Paris in the springtime. Or autumn. Or en été. I have been to Paris once, in the wintertime, and during those seventeen days that I spent in the city, I fell in love.
I fell in love with the bare brown trees against the sky which took on all the colours from the grey palette.
I fell in love with the people. The language.
I fell in love with the cute streets, housing petit cafes, and the most scrumptious almonds croissants, baguettes, patisseries that you could ever imagine.
I fell in love with the fashion. Ahhh, the fashion.
I fell in love with Paris.
More than a year later, I am here trying to memorise my French for a year twelve piece of writing tomorrow. En ce moment je suis en terminale, et j'ai hâte de la fin de l'année.
So, what is my blog all about? Well, why not ride on the journey and see for yourself... because right now, I'm not too sure either!
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