12 February 2016

paris | the left bank.

the left bank is the paris of my dreams -- all cafés and galleries, cobblestone streets and hemingway's footsteps.

something to remember: one evening, wending our way through the streets, he pulled me to a window -- "c'mere, you're gonna like this" -- and pointed out twin paintings, spanning floor to ceiling, of tutus, one black, the other white. i surely did like them.

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