So maybe I'm not going to Istanbul. And I don't get a sleeper cabin. I don't even wear No. 5 but maybe I should?!
It makes me want to watch Amelie again, then go out and see Coco avant Chanel, which I've been too ashamed to do because of my poor French (and don't even mention subtitles, blasphemy!). Watching the Making Of (and the film in better quality) makes me want to pick up my textbook and absord every last grammatical exercise, every conjugation and vocabularly list, until I can ramble on about the flattery of being somebody's muse in the world's most beautiful advertisement.
So, back to reality. French exam tomorrow and I need to know my pendant from my depuis.Tweet this!