un reve parisien...

today,

thanks to this lady's reference

to this photo-laden post about french sea salted caramel,

as well as this lady's recent talk about

her simmering plans to move with her love

to the city of love,

compounded by my long-carried hope 

(hoped since a two week long high school trip

that was about two years too short)

that i will one day live in paris,

and the much-too-brief time

we spent in paris on our honeymoon

(jetlagged & still in a state of shock & awe

that we were actually married)

i fell headlong into my daydreams of a parisian life.

having an empty house

and a day of no concrete plans

(meaning i had several free hours

to browse house swap websites & drool over photos of paris)

did not help.

and suddenly,

and idea i've been playing with for the past few months

thrust itself into the front of my consciousness

and now refuses to leave.

my fantasy is to

leave our apartment

in the hands of a lovely parisian couple

and spend six months in their perfect parisian flat

(i decided a home exchange would be deliciously authentic)

while paul writes and works on his dissertation

and i...

*take photos*

*sip hot drinks at cafes*

*spend hours walking the streets*

(staring up at the unequivocal paris architecture)

*write whatever i am inspired to write

in beautiful hand-bound journals*

*visit markets & butchers & fruit stands*

...and basically live an incredibly fabulous life,

visiting other european countries whenever we have the whim.

oh yes,

it's happening.

images from weheartit