Frozen in time..

30 Sep

It is cold here in Paris. Real cold. This time last year (temperature wise) i was in the throws of a lovely, new relationship. Warm is the air when you are falling in love in Paris. Yet this time round, the air feels a little less like a big hug and more like someone hatefully biting my nose off.

I’m really feeling the weight of this winter already, and cozy memories of being besotted by someone new are flooding back to me everywhere i turn.

I don’t need any more help recounting all the romance and magic of last year, so lets hope the cafe proprietors start cranking that heating soon. This single girl will need some respite from the lonely Paris winter ahead.


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