Often in Paris...

... the line for the eiffel tower can stretch aaaaaalllll the way around the base.

When you finally make it up to the top, though...

... the view makes it all worthwhile.

Ax

mrs dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself

I was having a bad day, and this was the only way I could think to make it better.

A x

not all those who wander are lost

Check out kris atomic's "I want to go there" post. I want to go everywhere. The only question is: how?

Time flies

Coucou... it's been awhile, I know. In fact it's almost six months exactly since I left Paris.

Moving back to Australia has been a lot more of an upheaval than I would ever have expected. I think I imagined that I would just be able to slip back into life in Melbourne as if I had never left, but it hasn't been that easy. I think perhaps Paris changed me a lot more than I realised at the time, and I've had a hard time adjusting.

I think I've almost got it figured out now.

So I'm hoping to get back to blogging, maybe. I've just started planning a trip to New York to visit some friends I made in Paris, and the idea of travelling again has made me want to dip my fingers back into this blog as well. I've missed it, a little.

Alice x

P.S. Do you like how I've decided to display all the polaroids I took in Europe? Much better than having them hanging around in a drawer gathering dust, methinks.