ah, paris.

I guess it's time I owned up. I've always dreamed of going to Paris, France. Sadly, I can sit somewhere and find myself hopelessly lost in progressive imaginings of what it would be like to actually visit/live for a few months/permanently move there : ]

What better place for daydreaming and fantasizing? 

I'd grab my camera, and go all the way to the top. Taking a picture from the Eiffel Tower? It's on my mental bucket list.

And sit with a friend at a quite and remote cafe, far from the madding crowd.

I would strap on a pair of skates, hoping for the best. : ]

And go treasure hunting in ancient whimsical antique shops.

I would take many an enchanting stroll through France's alluring countryside. 

 I would eat. : )

And I might even rent a moped. Maybe. But the idea of my blonde brain trying to drive one of those right now? Scary.

Any other Paris fans reading this? I'm with you all the way. 

Yup, this crazy dream is just that, a crazy dream. . .  But who knows? Maybe someday, that'll change.