A year ago I moved to France. I have very contradictory thoughts about my time there. For some reason I've had an urge to listen more to French music, to watch French movies and so on. I especially miss talking in French! I do not miss France, though. Not the least, or that's what I tell myself. Honestly speaking it's the crappy host family I do not miss a bit. But I still crave for a happy experience there. One day I'm going to get it. I'm gonna live in one of those (less) fancy apartments in the 5th or 18th arrondissement, visit Shakespeare & Company every day if I want to, or drink wine au bord de la Seine.
Here's a huge bunch of pictures I haven't shown before.
Notre Dame. I never climbed up the dome and I really want to do that.
My way too girly outfit one fine spring day.
One of the few really snowy days in Paris.
I laughed so hard when I first saw this one. Lara turned around and then there was a giant bubble attacking.
And the day we turned into rascals. There's a funny story about that espresso cup, but I don't know if I dare tell it. Well, it kinda might have possibly gotten stolen. Not by me though! But I was an accomplice.
That's my France for you.
Here's a song by a French artist that I love. At least I think he's French because of his name. He's not very famous or well known, but I do think he should be. Just listen to this beautiful song and you'll know why. It's the man I stumbled upon at the metro station that one winter day.
Tipsy Toes (EP) by Sea-Legs