Before I came to Paris I watched some Nouvelle Vague films. It made me think that in Paris everyone sits around smoking, drinking coffee and philosophosising existentially, three things that I'm not a natural at. I think I pulled it off rather well, though.
Having lived out my black and white Parisian fantasy, I think it's time to leave. Frankly, it's quite a dangerous place for me to be. I keep getting distracted by beautiful things and walking straight into traffic, much to the annoyance of my companion.
Back to your old days of acting Roz!
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