I felt this deserved a separate post of its own. Patiently maneuvering myself through a horde of awestruck tourists, I got all starry-eyed when I saw the one and only "Starry Night" by Van Gogh, his magnum opus, his hailed masterpiece. In front of me. So unexpected, almost touchable. It was an artgasm moment.
I love living in the epicenter of art and glory. I'm even willing to forgive the freakishly large rat colonies in our subway system. And somehow, the day always ends with macarons. Of course, I got lost along the way and it inevitably becomes a LOTR-worthy quest to obtain them, which in the end made my day even more fun and enjoyable and all around pretty spiffy. Perhaps this calls for a second date.
-Y
I approve of this rendezvous. And I hope you know that even though I'm on a different continent, I already tasted many macarons and truffles for your sake, I have much pictures to share with you for when I come back!
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