Ma vie ideal
One day I'm going to live in France. I want a quaint, idyllic life in a small apartment in Paris. Every morning, I would wake up to the sound of bells and the smell of freshly baked bread. I would take my breakfast in a small cafe nearby, and I'd order coffee and a buttery, flaky croissant that would melt in my tongue and leave crumbs all over my dress. Then I would wander from arrondissement to arrondissement, watching people and taking a lot of pictures. I'll buy cheese and cold cuts off the street (like Ina Garten did in her Barefoot in Paris episode!) and go back home to make myself a cheese, cold cuts, tomato, basil and truffle sandwich. Then I would spend the rest of the afternoon reading a French novel, and my elderly neighbor would invite me for tea and tell me charming stories about her youth. At night I'd go back out and watch the city light up and live up to the title of la ville lumiere. My friends and I would have dinner in ball gowns (because that's what whimsical French people do) then dance to Mademoiselle GaGa during the wine and cheese course. Then I'd go back to my apartment drunk, ridiculous and happy. Then I'd eat macarons until I fall asleep.