Sunset in Paris.
A meal that is perhaps just as an excuse to drink some more wine.
Full of golden, shiny things.
This was the only pastry I’d eaten during my stay in France.
The big scruffy dog that got everyone’s attention. I wonder which breed this is.
Chanced upon this store on our way to Deyrolle and I walked out with some unexpected buys !
A glint of sunlight.
Because I couldn’t take a taxidermied souvenir home, I settled for a notebook instead. I love the hauntingly beautiful store.
I am falling in love with Paris just because essentials for making your own Virgin Mary are provided each time you order tomato juice. The way it should be.
Up the stairs to B’s apartment.
Some snacks, beer and conversations for the lazy afternoon.
View from the balcony.
Don’t these resemble mistletoe ?
Ah, memories. The best part is in how they layer up over the years.
Last meal in Paris, at the airport brasserie. Bisous France, you have been good to me this time.