there is nothing better. rome last summer was MAGICAL: balmy late wine-soaked alfresco nights, sidewalks cluttered with fast-talking, smoking Italians and casual views of, say, the Colosseum (if you could wrestle your attention away from the heaping plate of pasta in front of you long enough to look around). i’ve been lucky enough to have traveled to europe many times, but never before during summer proper. and my point? i just might have developed a very expensive addiction, as these pictures of a sunny day in paris nearly made my heart burst with wistful longing for baguettes and wine and strolling about hidden alleys and fresh flowers and macaroons and the delicious ease of just lazily existing in a great European city.
12TH AND A 