“When good Americans die they go to Paris.” -Oscar Wilde
On this rainy morning, all I can think about is how much I want to experience the way cobblestone feels underneath a pair of heels.

Montmartre…you have been calling my name since year 2000.
On this rainy morning, all I can think about is how much I want to experience the way cobblestone feels underneath a pair of heels.

Montmartre…you have been calling my name since year 2000.
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