It’s a lazy Sunday and yes, it’s true; I’d rather be in Paris. I can not help it; I’ve got the Paris blues.
Although, right now Paris is a hot, sticky mess. It’s the kind of hot that chased me out of New York.
So I’ll settle for where I am: Los Angeles. The sun is shining, the air is hot, and yet there is a breeze soft and cool. What more can I ask for? Who needs Paris when I can enjoy a July like this? And I only need to stroll the main drag to find my perfect french cafe.
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| Little Next Door Cafe |
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| Paris & Morocco in L.A. |
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| how perfectly random |
just the crust 
I love the colors. I remember when I went to Paris, I was struck by the color blue. It was so sharp and muted at the same time.
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