Dear red flats I got in Paris,

Don't fall apart, I love you. I could replace you with a similar pair on but those wouldn't be from Paris now would they? And then every time someone commented on them I couldn't say "I got them in Paris!" while remembering pasteries, architecture, burlesque shows, and boutiques. Maybe I need to go back to replace you? Oui?

Dreaming of Shoes and Paris,

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