Joe Fresh dress, Sezane heels and bag, Zara belt,
Olive Piper necklace (c/o), La Vie Parisienne earrings, H&M bow
Tomorrow will mark a year since the day we packed our bags (okay, more like stuffed them; I had to ditch a pair of heels at the airport last minute to make the airline imposed weight limit) and left Paris, the city that has always been home in our hearts and that had, at that point, been home for a year. Being away still feels strange and I sometimes wonder if I'm not just going through the motions, waiting for my next trip back to the capital. But this is life, and when life gives you lemons, well, if you're me you seek out every coffee shop in the Lower Mainland that makes traditional French pastries. We made the trip to le Marche Saint-George last weekend and ate breakfast at a table on the sidewalk like we used to in France. If it hadn't been for all the people decked out in yoga pants and cycling gear, it might have almost felt like home.