I've been in Paris only a few hours, and I'm already 100% content. This is my happy place. You know, the place you dream about that brings you complete relaxation and swirls of happiness in your stomach? This is it.
I lived here in college.
I fell in love.
I come back every year to get my fill, and I never want to leave.
Something about the winding cobblestone streets, the enchanting lights, the view from Montmartre at night, the cafés, oh and the shopping.
My mission this time around is to NOT buy this bag. Seriously. I want it. I must resist.
Look at how perfect it is.
But let's play a little game.
If I did lose my marbles, fall into a LARGE sum of money, and turn into a Parisian woman...
Which color should I buy?
I'm torn between black and nude.
Until then...bisous!
