it was love at first light.

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i originally fell in love with this image of parisian apartments when i saw it at lolita...



and so when the very first morning in my new abode i awoke the view below, i knew it was love...



they may not seem very similar to you, but to me...


well, for me, the sight of those across-the-street-apartments meant that every once in a blue moon i'd allow myself to pretend the street below was filled with baguettes and  bicicletes.


and for me that has made all the difference.