I’m Starting to Think You Don’t Like Me : )

Wait, sorry, I didn't mean YOU don't like me. It's someone else. Someone big and beautiful. Someone who likes fine pastries and crusty baguettes. Someone who knows wine should be consumed at lunch. And dinner. And maybe breakfast. That's right. France doesn't like me. And, like the self-denying girl who just won't give up on … Continue reading I’m Starting to Think You Don’t Like Me : )