Oh how I wish…
that I could be in Paris.
I would drink a lot of coffee and eat a lot of Bertillon ice cream and lounge about in cafés all day long, feeling delightfully lazy.
Apparently, everything in Paris is blossoming with purple Parisian perfection.
How do I know this?
Because little brown pen is as close as I can get to being in Paris, when I am stuck here, marking Math tests.
(le photo is from stockxchng)