My last day...

My Last Day...

... in Paris

This is really sad. We leave tomorrow and I've fallin' in love... With the streets, the view, the people, the food, the lights in the night, the atmosphere and the feeling. It's like another world down here. A world of no trouble. But I know it wouldn't last, so I might as well go now, before this picture shatters.

    This last day we send by running around Paris almost panicking. No... We spend it going the best places. We went to see Galerie Vivienne, where I bougth a vase and we were in safety of the rain. Insted of making a right turn at Rue Montmartre, to Rue Louvre, we kept on going. This is how we found the most amazing little shop, where I spend a load of money, on some uniqa bags of course. The bags were Campomaggi and B-e-a-u-tiful! (I do not care if they are for men! They are for me too!)

The ones on the last picture looks just like one of mine!

After I'd tortured my credit card we went on in the seach of some shoes for Morten. There was a lot of nice shops down this street, but I thought that I had spend enough money on the vase and my bags (but that would be just until that night). We found the shoes and went to Cité des Fleures, which is a quiet part of the city, just a stone trow away from avenue De Clichy. In 1847 it was said that everyone had to have at least 3 trees with flowers in their garden (here by the name).

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   The long last day way ended at the staircase of Sacre Coeur, with a view of all of the city, cupcakes and... There was almost no people at the church and the sound of the cities roar did barely reach us up here.

xxx

P.s my fairytale has ended

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