Thursday, August 5, 2010

Dear France,

I miss you so much it hurts. It's been two days and already I'm craving a croque madame. I can't stop thinking about that bottle of Rothschild Bordeaux or frisee salads or the tiny coffees. Your croissants make my heart skip a beat. I don't know when I'll see you again, but I promise it will be soon.

All my love, ma cherie,

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