Dear Lovely Man,
It was the hardest thing when you left me in Paris. To think we had spent so much time together for months and months - as much time as we possibly could - and then you had to leave. I was properly heartbroken!
The view from the hovel/garret I called home.
One of the first days I went out after you'd gone home. I went to the Jardin du Luxembourg and sat in one of the little green metal chairs and read my Kindle. Remember I got approached by a random man and started chatting to him about books and other such cultured things? Ah, Paris...
I also had bare legs! In September! Madness!
The original cosy corner. Soon to be changed many, many times over the course of my stay.
The view. Right in the flight path.
I walked along the Seine and took some rather fabulous photos.
How could we possibly forget the conversation exchange men??!!
Anyway, I've been typing this with the cat on my lap waiting for you to get home from work and I'm getting cramp. He won't budge!!
Forever and always. I love you.
