Lovers

Falling asleep last night after too many glasses of wine and entirely too many carbs (how else does one hunker down in a storm?), led me to an extremely vivid dream that I was in Paris (in a most fabulous outfit) riding a bicycle and speaking perfect French to locals.  It was amazing.  Sadly, I woke up on the Upper West Side and not Montparnasse, but now I can't get Paris off my brain.  I was trolling through some of my favorite blogs this morning and I found the loveliest, most intimate photos of Jamie Beck in Paris with her husband recently.  As if I wasn't already in dire need of a vacation, the photos below sent me over the edge and now I really want someone to whisk me away to the Hotel Amour (one of my favorite Parisian spots BTW) for a long, leisurely weekend.  Any takers?

The stunning photos above are courtesy of From Me To You.