I'm dreaming of a trip to somewhere magical can you tell?
A couple of summers ago I studied in London for a few months and one weekend a few friends and I took off for a very quick trip to Paris. It was seriously one of the most magical three days of my single life. We saw everything we could, slept very little and walked the streets of Paris with a crepe in hand, laughing our guts out most of the time.
So many memories made in three days of Paris.
Someday Matt and I will go to Paris and I'll sit in some park or cafe with my sketchbook. With no rush and no distractions. It's on my bucket list...
I did it in London and it literally changed my life. All I need is a barrette right?