be not inhospitable to strangers, lest they be angels in disguise.
view
from
the
top
of
notre
dame.
i
screamed
when
it
glittered.
oscar wilde
and the
residue
of
adoration.
pare le chais
is one of
the most beautiful
(and one of
my favorite)
places in paris.
je me suis mise a écouter la musique et jai oublié mais un air de piano vaut tout...
paris is a delightfully lovely city when rid of a lazy lot.
which memories do i hold onto?
regardless, i will never stop loving her monuments.
