Wrapping up Toby << home >> The Vendetta
Once out of the ex-boyfriend’s apartment and ensconced in a hotel room near the L’arc de Triomphe with rose petals in the bathroom, my vacation seemed to be guided by a genius hand that had me drinking mulled wine while listening to jazz on a bridge by Notre Dame, walking into Sacre Coeur to hear a chorus of nuns sing, enjoying a heavenly tea at Mariage Frere, and redefining the term “room service” with a very cute french staff member at my hotel; I went to Paris looking for happiness and found something more important, that I am still capable of great things, all while leaving a wake of heartbroken men in my path.
That sounds like an amazing trip. The pics are beautiful!
Inspiring! I want to hear more about “room service” sometime.
Grud smiles and raises her shot of Benedictine in Bunni’s general direction.
Bunni, the pics are just cruel in their beauty. As is your sentence.
Want. Paris. Now. (Again)
You are one amazing Bunni.
Thanks guys. You are making my post trip malaise much better. And if any of you ever go, you totally know you are taking me with you to Paris.
Seriously.
Bunni, I have been to Paris (three years ago). That’s why your photos are so achingly beautiful. They take me back and make me feel it, like no other city can.
I don’t have many photos online, but this is my (naked) foot in front of the Eiffel tower and other parts. :)
Bunni, give me my life back. lol I only wish. : (