An outfit that kind of looks like it’s swallowed me whole is weirdly satisfying in my books.
Perhaps these are the reasons why I feel nostalgic when I’m not at home and feel nostalgic for the rest of the world when I am.
A life where I sit on the corners of cafes and gaze out of windows, keeping cosy with a hot green tea.
When we arrived in Paris I was greeted with that googly-eyed appreciation I always experience when I see this city.
Paris, you never disappoint.