Wanderlust

Maybe it's springtime or the fact that I haven't been out of the country in a while but Paris has been on my mind. To wit, I re-watched Something's Gotta Give (which ends in Paris), just finished reading The Sharper Your Knife, the Less You Cry (a story of a writer who attends Le Cordon Bleu) and have been listening to lots of French music lately even though I can't speak the language. Like at all.  I even almost picked up a book about mothering the Parisian way even though I don't have children and have no plans to have them any time soon. I'm so Paris obsessed that I actually considered it for a nano second.

Pretty sure this means that I need to get a trip to one of my favorite cities on the books soon or else all that sexy French music I've been listening to is going to turn to the depressing sort like Mon Dieu by Edith Plaf. Which, may be a lovely song but makes me feel more desperate than all French and flirty.

On this lovely spring day I thought you might enjoy this rendition of La Mer by Julio Inglesias that I've had on repeat lately.  I'd put the song right in this post for you but the embed code is disabled. 

So you'll just have to settle for this photo of the Eiffel Tower that apparently Kimberly Vardeman took when she went to one of the best cities in the world without me. Um, not that I know her personally. Is it too big a favor to stow away a random stranger? When it's Paris, I think not.

Me prendre à paris!

Before I start donning berets, drinking red wine for lunch and smoking cigarettes.