My friend thinks I should get over my total fixation with Paris. Really sometimes I can just sigh and tell my friend how much I want to go to Paris. The funny thing is the last time I was there I was three years old. So really it's just my imagination that I think it is a wonderful and beautiful city. But I understand my friend's frustration so I will now just write down all my Paris/French/France-needs. Get ready!The people in France, and especially in Paris, is beautiful, sofisticated and the women wears lipstick (almost everyone wears red) and have eyeliner. They are mysterious and yes, just so french. Everyone smokes too! And noone gets cancer even if they smoke twenty cigarettes a day. Of course everyone speaks french. If someone would speak french with me, I would probably like die of prettiness.
In France they dress impecciably. This is because so many big fashion houses come from Paris. And they can see the real Karl Lagerfeld or Joh Galliano on a ordinary Tuesday. Most of my favourite fashion houses comes from France. YSL, Chloé and Lanvin are just a few. Gosh, to visit a show on Paris Fahion Week (or the couture week would probably work too), that is a dream for me.
Every picture becomes beautiful in France. The light, the buildings, the sorroundings, everything is just made for a twelve-pages spread in some fashion magasine.
In France every little village has a bakery. That makes baugettes, croisssants (oh, I have to make my mum buy croissants!) and other not too sweet things. And if you want a sugar-chock there is macaroons. The most beautful and prettiest cake ever. It's not a coincidence that every blogger blogs about them. I haven't tasted one. I want my 'first' to be special, in Paris.
Look at the dresses. I want to have those, the blue the most. To sit at a café in Paris with only that blue dress, a pair of black ballerinas and a ciggarette in my mouth. In a Cruella De Vil thingy. 
I want to walk this bridge. It looks like a Disney fairy-tale!
Or get to my hotel-room (or my real home) and find this box on my bed. Filled with macaroons.
Now you may believe that I'm just a shallow 'fashionista' that love Paris because the clothes, the people and prettiness. Well, I love those stuff but I also want to see the Louvre so much. Not Mona Lisa, no I think she's a little too overrated. I also want to see the Eiffeltower, saunter by the channels, hear the bells from Notre Dame and, and just be. Please, please, please take me to Paris.
