This week I went to the doctor for a check up and there was a National Georaphic magazine with Paris on the cover…
Next, I went to Florida on a quick last minute trip, landed late at night so went straight to my hotel. They sent me walking down the street to find some late night food and there was of course a French bistro smack in front of me…
Waiting at the airport to board there was a French family nearby speaking their native tongue…
Would I have noticed any of this if I wasn’t so Paris-obsessed? Maybe, but I like to think that Paris is always calling me and I can’t wait to return the call.
Thanks to my equally Paris-obsessed followers readers.
Cheers,
Priscilla