Someday, I’ll fly to Paris on a plane with someone dear to me. With me would be my camera, empty luggage and lots and lots of cash. I will buy new clothes, buy everything vintage and get on with my life in an old hotel with a good reputation. I will eat using fancy dinnerwares and below chandeliers. I will take a million pictures of the Eiffel tower both at day and at night and make myself comfortable even for a day. But until then, I shall continue wishing. And wishing. And wishing.
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- mademoisellerika

