Everything I Didn't Buy in France
And a few things I did
Hi! I just returned from a 4-day stint in France. From a basement club in the 6th to the shores of the Riviera, it was a trip to remember — if anything else because my partner’s luggage was stolen and we have a French police report to commemorate it.
It was play only for me, I should say. It was my partner’s work trip and I just tagged along. This holiday solitude — which I’ve grown quite accustomed to with a partner who travels a lot for work and enjoys taking me as his carry-on — left me with a lot of free time. Time to read, time to think, and time to look. I do my best looking when I’m alone.
These are the spoils of said looking: lots of items I didn’t buy but lingered close to, yearning and dreaming. Plus, a few things I did buy, I’m no saint after all…
Fair warning, this is a very visual letter lol. Read on the app or in a browser to see all the photos <3
Double polka dots; Ina Garten-approved steak frites; clusters of locks bearing Sharpied promises; and a twinkling light show on a damp lawn.
