When I know it's too cold here to be spring, when it rains or hails or sleets, when I am getting sick of my one pair of jeans and two black cashmere sweaters . . .
. . . at least I have Paris.
These are a few of my favorite things
-cafe creme
-croissants
-yogurt that tastes like gelato
-the sound of the ambulances
-unexpectedly sneaking a peak at the Eiffel Tower around buildings, above trees
-Market of the Fleas, the original garbage pickers turned merchants dating back to the 1800's still hard at work.
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