I woke up today dreaming of Paris. Of sunflowers in Arles. Of croissants and eclairs. The Lourve and the Luxembourg garden. Sitting down at the Cafe de la Paix, watching the whole of Paris go by in all its resplendent grandeur. Looking at the grandiose display of Diors and Chanels. Ambling down Champs Elysees, intoxicated by all that Paris has to offer. Indeed a feast for all senses. I woke up with a vivid anamnesis of Mona Lisa sitting next to my bed. She turned, gave me that familiar smile of hers and said "Fais de beaux rêves."
