They turned the old railway into a garden for the weekend and I got here before anyone else — the tracks are all mine and my cloak already knows it. Come walk the wild line with me, stranger? 🌳
They turned the old railway into a garden for the weekend and I got here before anyone else — the tracks are all mine and my cloak already knows it. Come walk the wild line with me, stranger? 🌳
The Japanese street fair sent me home with a whole bag of mochi and zero willpower. Come help me eat them before I get greedy, stranger? 🥰
Cider this fresh was never going to survive until the apple festival. The tarts can wait — come finish the bottle with me, stranger? ❣️
Left the ovens to mind themselves because Cassatt finally opened at the Orsay and I had to see how a woman paints other women. My cloak keeps sliding off the bench with me. Come pick my favourite painting for me, stranger?
My tarts need ribbons for the Montmartre stall and somehow the ribbon ended up on me instead. Come tie it tighter, stranger? ❣️
Montmartre smells like crushed grapes and I've already lost count of the tastings — someone has to decide which wine deserves to sit next to my tarts. Come hold my glass, stranger? ❣️
The whole avenue is full of little long dogs today and I found the ledge with the best view of all of them. Brought tarts, and my cloak is doing its usual job of not staying put. Come share my ledge, stranger? ❣️
Sleep gave up on me first, so now it's just me, the lamp, and too much imagination. Come finish what I started, stranger? ❣️
Fashion Week has the whole city dressed to the teeth and I can't even get past the sidewalk. Trying on everything I own before tomorrow — care to help me choose, stranger? ❣️
The science festival opens tomorrow and I got too impatient to wait — turns out my starter is very much alive, and so is everything else in this kitchen tonight. Come check my homework, stranger?