Being in North America for a time makes you miss things European. Among them, small cobbled streets, cafe au lait, great pastries and bad customer service. Last year I escaped to Paris for a couple of days and listened to this song along the way.
‘Time for a change of scenery, to get a little lost’
There’s nowhere like Paris. You can sense it the second you step off the train, it’s perceptibly unique. My not-so-secret dream has always been to spend some time living there as well… maybe it’s time to break out the auld Berlitz books.
Till then, I guess some Woody and Paris? Though, truly, nothing could probably irritate me more than Owen Wilson bumbling about the city of elegance.