I have the worst love-hate relationship with New York. When I'm away I can't stand to be far. When I'm close I want to be back in Paris. Besides the fact that this last Paris trip was the most mentally and perhaps physically (my ankle still hurts from the couches and Katy) exhausting trip I miss it so much. I miss waking up and passing by the tabac brasserie and looking in to see if my chinese neighbor is there, walking down rue Oberkampf to the bakery and holding back my excitement to say an pain au chocolat svp and being deliciously rewarded with the most amazing flaky sweet buttery chcocolately croissant ever.
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