I know I’ve gone on and one the last two weeks about fall in Paris, but we’ve been dosed an Indian Summer this week with weather in the 70s and 80s every day.  And I can practically hear the city telling us to linger. Linger, linger, linger to the days end- outside where the sun is sweet, because we all know what awaits in a short time…but we won’t think of that just yet. For a few days more, we shall linger. What else is happening? Well, fashion week has begun which means I am on the look out for the fabulous and the kooky- not that I go any of the tres cool places they do, but nevertheless, my eyes are pealed for a sighting. If I could see anyone who would I choose? Definitely Mr. Sartorlialist or Garance Dore…or one of the Annas. But really, Scott or Garance for sure. Preferably together and with their cameras pointed at me. Ah, a girl can dream. I must admit, because of my new internship+school daily routine, I have a new appreciation for the weekend- which arrives tomorrow- yipee! I plan to wonder somewhere new and unfamiliar this weekend and not think about school…at least for a little while. What about you?

Alright, apologies for foolish ramblings today, but there you have it. Tomorrow, a more poignant post. In the mean time, here is this week’s Indian summer (I have a serious love for the way twilight light hits the buildings here- so pretty- so I apologize if you aren’t floored by light on a door like I am) on walks home, bench talks, and homework spots.