Paris has this feel of a luxury within a luxury, within a luxury…
And sometimes it really isn’t about my more materialistic endeavours,such as spoiling myself with luxury splurges at les grands magasins.
Sometimes it is about Camembert…o sweet precious Camembert. The cheese I once hated for its strong smell(apparantly the second smelliest in the world)..which I have acquired a huge taste for,I’m absolutely utterly in love with and can’t stop eating. My friend Mathilde introduced me to a less stinky version..but even when I catch whiffs of the strong scent..I swear I blush. I really am in love.It tastes lovely with pears too.
I don’t like Hemingway’s works, but thought that A Movable Feast is really the best description of Paris- hence the title of this post.