I went to France and didn’t tell you about it because I was too busy feeling cold and crying about being far away from my lover. Now I am back home.
I will be going back to France again for four more months so maybe I can set out some time from crying to write about some of the other things I do.
I do not get excited about brunch in Paris. I don’t want to take Instagram pictures of macarons. I will not be going on a Contiki tour around Europe.
Don’t act so disappointed. In France, it’s never dommage, always fromage.