Been looking at pictures that my friends took while they were in Paris with their boyfriends recently. Like those of Yen and Mark and Julie and her boyfriend.
Oh, God, Paris looks beautiful!
I so so so so want to go.
But I don't want to go with just anyone, I want to go with a special someone.
Because I don't want to be in the most romantic city in the world alone. I want to walk the streets of Paris hand in hand with the person I love, I want to sip coffee at a sidewalk cafe with him, listen to Edith Piaf's renditions of 'La Vie En Rose' and 'Non, Je Ne Regrette Rein'.
I want rose petals scattered on the bed, and chilled champagne, O Sole Mio playing in the background.
I want tender sweet nothings whispered in my ears as we look outside the window at the Eiffel Tower shining brightly in the city of lights.
I want melting moments when we look into each other's eyes and see forever stretched before us.
Maybe I'm just a romantic fool. Maybe I'll never see Paris...
But a girl can dream, can't she?
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When I went to Paris, it rained for all the three days I was there. I went to a restaurant and because the menus were in French and the waiters refused to speak English, I had to mime 'hot' and 'cold' in order to get the soup I wanted. All the exhibits in the Louvre were also in French, and my stubborn refusal to PAY to get an English visitor's guide meant I didn't know wtf was going on as I wandered around.
o.O
Just curious, how did you mime hot and cold? Didcha fan yourself to show 'hot' and hug yourself and shudder for 'cold'?
Lol - believe it or not, that's EXACTLY what I did. Any wonder I hate Paris?
You went there alone?!
I just know basic french and have had no practice whatsoever, so I'd prolly order the proprieter for dessert instead of some lovely french creme brulee.
See? I know you'd think bukan bukan!
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