a long weekend with crisp autumn weather was just what i needed to melt into september. seriously, the most problematic decision-making i entered into was whether i want to play it safe in paris next may and stay in a central clean modern hotel or totally get my amelie on and go for the funky bohemian room overlooking a garden in a dodgier section of the 17th arrondissement.
i'm leaning toward the one with the story. you know there's a story there.
que pensez-vous?
