No matter how much my little heartful of wishes hangs on getting around to updates about my little Italia trip, I don't know if I'll ever finish the doomed-from-the-start series. So, for those of you interested, ghoulishly procrastinatory, and just really really bored people out there, here are the photos I took. The first few are from the stopover in Geneva and the extremely pretty, nature-y ones are from Cinque Terre, and that last one is a photo of a kick-ass mozzerella di bufala pizza.
So lately it's come up in conversation with various people that I would really really love Paris. I've never been. But apparently it's my long lost soul-land. And it's true, I probably would adore Paris, the food! the cafés! the art! the jolie streets! There's JC (pas moi. I'm not that crazy yet), who upon hearing a bit about my trip to Italy immediately boomed, "You'd love Paris!" and there are the dispatches and Flickrs of Mosh who is living the dream, spending a month at cooking school, and JI who just got back from Berlin and asked in the manner of "Where's the butter" at a lobster dinner, "Why haven't you been to Paris?" (Berlin seems pretty nice too. Apparently the young people pretty much live on unemployment money which is enough to hang out and do whatever, go see movies, hang out in coffeeshops and read cuz rent is cheap and there's healthcare. Sure, economically dubious but otherwise, Dream. Come. True.)
And this Sunday, caught a rerun of No Reservations on Travel Channel with Anthony Bourdain in Paris. He just goes fooding the whole time! He's like the ultimate guy to hang out with. Shall we stop before degeneration into gushing about Bourdain whose grumpster humor makes me giggle? Oui.
So now Paris is like a boy who I have never met that my friends are trying to set me up with and I have already fallen a little smitten with something I do not know. Disregard the crop of grammatical errors in that sentence, cue sentimental strings section and fade out.