…it should probably be in France .
Everyone has a true aesthetic.
A city, a lifestyle, that just fits.
I feel like mine is less surf and turf, more wine and dine.
This is all “dreamstate” mind you. I know I am beyond fortunate, and I thank my lucky stars every day to live in the amazingness that is Hawaii…but still, my heart sings Europe, the language that spills from my soul is en francais.
And so I find myself dreaming of frills, feminine details, and cafe culture.
And at the moment, I am watching some random lecon du francais on PBS and I am avec mon amour et c’est vie est bon! [pardon my grammar]