Those hundred or so times I walked passed this store when I was staying with my American expat love during 1992 and 1993, I'd always look in this window and think of all the things I'd love to have. I never stopped for more than a gander, and never actually went inside, because I'd have to carry it all home on the plane. I didn't go inside this time either. But, I promised myself that the next time I come to Paris I'll make sure I have enough room in my backpack and enough money in my pocket to stop, go inside, and treat myself to something to bring home to my kitchen in the Lot. It'll probably be something red and small. But I guess I'll just have to wait and see. What would you bring home from this store window if you could?
And, where might you go to be very grateful to have had any time to spend in Paris at all?
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