Parisian Dreams

My little sister is living in Paris, in the Latin Quarter no less. She sent me some photos of her place in Paris, which got me dreaming of all things French. The gorgeous houses with the full-length windows, chocolate croissants for breakfast, spiral staircases (although at the time, I can remember cursing the lack of lifts, considering each step almost killed me under the weight of my backpack). The most french thing that happened to me was being hit in the face accidentally with a baguette by a french guy. Ahh, so many wonderful memories.
Now, if only I could stop dreaming about sun-lit apartments in Paris (complete with a loft space where I could do all my art work). Must focus!