Everybody is in Paris (okay, only two friends) for work, and I'm waiting too for the day work will send me somewhere. Meanwhile, I am falling into Francophilia browsing all these personal accounts of foreigners living in Paris, and believing that I need to be there too. Not for the Eiffel tower, but the little artifacts such as Angelina's hot chocolate above, purportedly so decadent it leaves streaks across the china. And I don't even like hot chocolate. It's just Paris fever hitting me.
